Opening night was less than 2 weeks away and the show was coming apart. Sure, it was just amateur theater, but even amateur theater needs some class. The lead cast knew they could do a lot more than the first-time director was having them do.
"I swear, if he asks me what my motivation is one more time, I will throttle him. It's a damn musical! My motivation is to sing my song and not fall flat on my face when I am dancing with you," Eric, the leading man, told his 'co-star' Nicole.
"Yeah! At least he doesn't have you do an entire dance routine in a towel the size of a dishrag. I am sure everyone is getting to see more than they are paying for."
Eric could not disagree. He, like the entire male cast and crew, stopped whatever they were doing to catch rehearsals of the scene where Nicole and her fellow nurses simulate having a shower on stage. In addition to having them all wear next to nothing, the director was having them dance a shower-dance that could have been part of any nightclub, stripper routine. But, even with a stage full of half naked girls, Eric's eyes were always drawn to Nicole's body. For a dancer, she had amazingly round and large breasts that rose tantalizingly over the towel in the scene he was visualizing. And when she turned around, the entire bottom half of her tight dancer's ass was exposed.
"And we really need to work on some of our dialog scenes, Eric. I mean we have rehearsed the shower scene every day, but you and I have yet to even block the scene where we dance on your patio after the dinner."
"Yuck! That's the one where I have to do my awful French accent. I would rather watch the shower scene again.'
Nicole laughed and punched him on the arm, "I'm sure you would. But seriously, we need to work on that scene," and then after a while, "you know, we don't have a rehearsal tomorrow night. Why don't you come over to my place after work and we can run through some lines, do some blocking, and maybe even work on the dance."
Eric had been nodding his head until she mentioned the dance. The thought of dancing with Nicole filled his head with dread. He was a good enough dancer. In fact, that's what had landed him the lead in the Phillipsburg Players production of South Pacific. It was the fact that the director wanted their dance to be steamy, and even the thought of holding Nicole tight while she moved her firm, round hips against him, was enough to make him hard as a rock.
"Errrr...sure," he replied, unable to think of an excuse fast enough, "see you tomorrow then."
He watched her as she gracefully moved away. Her dark hair came to just below her shoulder blades. She was wearing a simple white T-shirt that did not quite reach her stretch pants revealing a few inches of tan and taut abdomen. But it was her ass that arrested Eric's attention daily. From her narrow waist, her hips flared our forming a wide womanly shape. Each of her ass cheeks, tightly restrained in spandex, was a perfect hemisphere. The pants dived deep into the crack between her buttocks and Eric, and half the males on the cast, fantasized about running his tongue down that magical crevasse. She wore the kinds of thong panties you would expect a dancer to if she did not want large amounts of crotch fabric bunched up in her ass after a few active moves. Her thighs were firm and muscular, and Eric had spent a few nights wishing she would lock him between those tapered legs while he explored their confluence with his lips and his tongue.
"And Eric, if you like, I can cook up some pasta and we can eat after we practice, OK?" He had been so busy imagining the ravenous things he would do to her pussy, that he had not seen her returning towards him.
It had been a rough rehearsal period. In addition to the incompetent director and the limited talents of the amateur cast, Eric had been having a very literal hard time with his many romantic scenes with Nicole. She was gorgeous enough that Eric found himself being distracted by her silky hair or her pouting lips or her dark, mysterious eyes. If he tried looking away from her face, her luscious breasts, flat belly and her surprisingly rounded ass made him embarrassingly aroused. He spent many rehearsals trying to make his painful erection go away by staring at the unattractive woman who played Bloody Mary. He had spent time with actresses and dancers before, but had never found himself as lost as when he was on stage with Nicole. The extra session at her apartment sounded great, if he could concentrate long enough.
The day had been a busy one at work for Eric, so he had been able to reach her apartment without having formulated too many teen fantasies involving Nicole's lips wrapped around his cock or her dancer's body suspended over his with her muscular legs spread wide apart.
"Come on in," she said, and lightly brushed his cheek with her magically full lips, "I had just started warming up." She was wearing a purple tank top and a pair of gray sweat pants. On anyone else this outfit would have looked dowdy. Eric felt his dick twitch at the sight of her ass wiggle away from him.
'I need to change out of my work clothes if we want to be able to do our dance properly," he mentioned, staring at her body as she stretched. She had been reaching upwards, stretching every muscle in her body, as well as the tank top that suddenly appeared far too tiny for the job. As her arms reached for the ceiling, the bottom of her exercise bra became clearly visible. She noticed him staring at her perky tits and smiled.
"The bathroom is through that door," she said pointing behind him.
