Most adult ballet classes are pretty 'casual' about what you wear- shorts, sweats, whatever. But the instructor for this class, Madame S taught a very precise method and most of her students, male and female, wore tights out of respect for her and so she could properly make corrections. So I came into class in black tights, a white tee and a dance belt. I loved atmosphere of that class, because it was so traditionally 'ballet', and I loved how the tights felt and looked on me. I was in good shape, in my eary thirties and had good legs from cycling and working out. Mens ballet tights are much better fitted and a thinner material than something like running tights, and I love the way it smooths and accented the lines.
I loved looking at women in ballet and dance gear, but I never got 'aroused', and often had gay fantasies about men in ballet tights, but at the time I was still in denial and brushed it off as some weird kink.
I took my place at the barre and warmed up, someone from the front office walked in and announced that Madame S wouldn't be teaching for the next two weeks. A man walked in in all black announcing that he was substituting. I had seen him on the faculty rooster he normally taught more advanced classes. His name was Geoffrey. He was older, in his fifties but still in great shape. He didn't wear tights but close fitting black pants and a black t.
Class started, he was serious but also warm and engaging often walking around the class making corrections. He learned our names quickly and introduced himself individually to all the students as we warmed up. We had a great class and though I loved my normal teacher, a different perspective was refreshing.
That night I got home and slipped out of my ballet gear- the aroma of sweaty nylon and leather slippers made me a little horny and for some reason I just felt really turned on but I couldn't figure out why and I found myself eagerly anticipating class the next week.
The next week I arrived at class early and was warming up at the barre as students filed in. Geoffrey walked in and I noticed my heart raced a little and I felt excited.
This time he was wearing a black t and black tights and when I looked down at his bugle, my mouth went dry. I was scared and confused and tried to scan around for some beautiful looking woman to gaze at to 'save' me.
During class I tried to concentrate on the exercises but my mind kept racing back to that bulge.
There was one exercise where we stretched with one leg on the bar, and as I was leaning in and doing it, I felt a warm presence behind me it was Geoff.
"Your hips are not in alignment", he said as I felt him closer.
I tried to correct but couldn't, and he suggested I was tight in the hip flexors and should work on my turnout. He then placed his hands on my tights covered leg and adjusted it.
It is normal for teachers to give physical corrections and I was not surprised, but his hand felt like a sensual electric shock running though my body. He looked at me, and for the first time I noticed how sensual and beautiful his gray eyes were.
"How does that feel", he said.
I smiled and him and replied, "Great", and our eyes lingered a little longer than what was normal and I felt giddy inside. His hand was still on my leg and he removed it but subtly stroke my thigh with one finger and walked away smiling. I realized I had a raging hardon.
As he walked away, I stole a look at his tights covered ass, and my mouth went dry and I almost involuntarily moaned when I thought about putting my hand there. I had looked at dozens of girls asses in class, but nothing turned me on like his.
We did some intense floor work and by the time class ended I was tired and sweating. He announced that our regular instructor was returning but that he enjoyed working with us all.
