Ballet Studio [M35F35] [exhibitionism] [one-way glass] [she knew the whole time 😈]

The key was stiff in the lock and she had to try it twice before the door swung open. She went in first.

“So the listing said eighteen hundred square feet,” she said, her voice finding the ceiling immediately.

“But it feels bigger than that.”

“Empty rooms always do,” I said.

She turned a slow circle in the center of the space, heels finding the hardwood, head tilted back to take in the rigging above. The old ballet school infrastructure was still up there — bare pipes, clamps, nothing left on them. She was already measuring things with her eyes.

“Reception here,” she said, gesturing toward the near wall. “Your desk situation in the back. We lose maybe two hundred square feet to the bathroom and the utility closet but the rest is ours.”

“Ours,” I said. The word sat differently in an empty room.

She looked at me over her shoulder. “You’re not even looking at the room. You might miss an important detail…”

“I’m looking at the room.”

“You’re looking at me.”

“You’re in the room.”

She turned back to the ceiling with a smile she was trying to keep to herself. I watched her walk the perimeter and thought about the lease and thought about the company and thought about her calves.

They tightened at every step as she strode in front of me. She turned slightly to say something and I caught a glimpse of her curls bouncing around her ears, and the loop earrings dancing against her neck and jawline. Her heels echoed through the empty space with not a single soft surface in sight.

Ever since she got out of the car I noticed the way her body absorbed each step. The thin layer of her summer dress barely obscured the curves of her body below it…and I wasn’t sure she was wearing any underwear at all.

She turned halfway around to face me and put a hand on her hip that tugged her purse strap across her right breast. It caught for a brief moment, before springing free to its intended location at her side. Wait…is that her actual nipple?

“Have you heard a single fucking thing I’ve said since we walked through that door?” She said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her face.

She’s smiling about that? Suspicious…

“Sorry…”, I said. “It’s a cool space…ceilings are nice and high.”

She had the right to be annoyed. This space could be our future. Since we decided to quit our jobs and start our own company, we’ve been waiting for the opportunity to get a space of our own. On paper this place was pretty great, and admittedly it wasn’t so bad in person either. I was reminded of the time we bought our first house together…

“What’s with the deal with the dark glass…” I gestured towards a wall in front of us with a clear dark tint and a wooden rail that ran along its length.

As she turned to walk towards the glass wall she held my gaze for a moment with a curiously mischievous smile.

“That’s the old one-way glass the studio preferred to have against the busy street.” Her voice bounced off the walls as she spoke and her heels continued their march. A metal chair sat close to the wall and she stood beside it as she came to a stop to peer through the glass.

As she spoke two women walked by on the overcast sidewalk outside. This movement drew my eyes from my wife’s ass, and towards the window beyond. Between the shady pavement outside and the heavy tint on the windows, I could see our reflections clearly…and my gaze settled on her face where she held the same smirk as before.

In the reflection, I could see the plunge of her dress reach down to her sternum where the skin between her breasts was in stark contrast to her dress.

As I watched she slipped a hand in through the side of her dress. Her fingers began to play with a nipple and I saw her take in a deep breath as she bit her lip.

“Are you going to help a girl out, or what?” She said.

The clouds suddenly parted outside and a flood of light ignited the sidewalk. With the backlit scene her thin dress became semi-transparent and I could see the clear silhouette of her legs within her dress…and the unmistakable place between where her legs met just below her cute ass. She was definitely not wearing underwear.

“Oh shit…”, I gasped softly.

A man entered our view from the right. With his eyes down at his phone, his swift paces carried him across and out of view within a few seconds.

“Just think…” she said. Her voice was low and sultry. “They’re so close to the fun, but not invited…Unlike you…”

I laughed softly and said “please…don’t tease me”, as I strode towards her. I wanted to run, but thought I should exercise restraint. Not surprisingly, the bulge beneath my pants was becoming uncomfortable and my posture was not quite normal as I closed the space between us.

My hands came to rest on the barre on either side of her as I leaned over her shoulder to feast on the view of her handiwork below. I pressed into her from behind to let her know that her tactics were working and she pressed back. My dress slacks, and her lack of underwear, meant that I could practically already feel the space between her ass cheeks and the beckoning gap below. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to cope with the desperation rising within me. I could feel the warmth of the sun on the glass radiating on both of us.

Looking over her shoulder at me she gently took my left hand from the barre and moved it to the spot between her legs that I had seen from afar. Her right arm had pulled her dress up and out of the way so that my hand could work with few interruptions. She was so deliciously wet that we both made a sound as my fingers began to fondle her. I wet my finger inside of her to gather lubrication before focusing my attention on her swollen clit. She stood on her toes to kiss me over her shoulder, and with an open mouth my tongue searched her while she moaned softly.

Absent-mindedly I noticed another person passing by, mere inches away from us. The clouds shifted and the sun and its heat on the glass disappeared.

“If only I’d worn less…” I said as she turned to face me.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to take your pants off…” She said with eager eyes. Taking matters into her own hands she grabbed either side of my pants and began to shimmy them downwards and let them fall around my ankles. She bent at the hips in one smooth motion as she did this and continued to bow before me until her soft lips caressed my engorged head, and her fingers touched delicately at the vein that traveled up the side of my shaft.

“Holy fuck….”

Desire for penetration burned within me and it took self-control to allow this detour to go on. She came down over me until her nose touched my stomach, and I felt my head softly caressed by something deep within her throat.

With a start I noticed another person walking by in front of us. I saw them pass over the two round silhouette curves of her ass partially resting on the barre behind her. Her dress was still pulled up around her, and it occurred to me that she might be fingering herself with her free hand. My hands came up to dig my fingers into her curls…and I gasped at the sensation of her tongue against the ridge of my cock below.

The thought of fucking her up against the glass had entered my mind and became something I committed to as an eventuality.

At that moment she pulled away and her mouth made a quiet pop.

I reached down and pulled her chin up gently as her eyes rose to meet mine. With her face in my hands I kissed her and pressed her slowly but heavily into the barre and glass beyond.

“Mhmm…” She pleaded and smiled as she brought her foot up to the chair beside us to open herself towards me. Both her hands held her dress up high as I used my hands to guide myself towards her lower set of lips.

I found her with my fingers and guided myself inside, slowly but without hesitation as she was dripping wet and fully ready. Her face was raised to mine and we rested against one another with mouths open in anticipation. With our connection in place, her hands went back to the barre at either side of her as I began to thrust as deep as I could, with a slow and deliberate pace.

“Fuck me…” She whispered into my ear.

I felt a faint tickle as the slick between us dribbled out with each thrust and dripped off my taut and insistent body below.

She began to let a soft moan escape her lips that caught in her throat with every thrust. Our force against the barre and glass beyond echoed throughout the space. Sounds of pleasure and desire dashing into each hard surface and bursting into numerous smaller versions of itself.

“Don’t stop…” she managed to say through clenched teeth. Her breath on my ear and neck drove me mad and I began to thrust with a new vigor that created a wet clap between us.

A figure passed behind her on the sidewalk beyond, and a car came to a stop with a subtle squeak of brake pads against rotors.

I began to feel something building inside just as I heard her breathing change, like she was holding her breath but letting it out in bursts every two or three thrusts.

“Together…” I said.

She nodded briefly but began to moan in staccato once more, pausing once to swallow and gasp for air. I felt her body contract around me unmistakably.

My eyes drifted through the glass once more and across the street where the coffee shop was full of mid-morning patrons. For a brief moment I watched friends laughing together…a young woman and her boyfriend….brother? I shut my eyes and began to concentrate…

“Tell me…” She said breathlessly.

“Soon…” I said earnestly. And I realized it would be very soon.

She noted the change in my breathing and said “Wait….” somewhere between a scream and a whisper.

“Wait wait wait…” as she brought one hand from the barre down to her clit. Her fingers worked rapidly as I thrust. I felt her fingernail glance against my shaft.

I began to have trouble thrusting, even standing, as my body braced for ecstasy. She was growing louder now, having similar spasms as I was…her manual stimulation seemed to be getting the job done.

A moment later I came inside of her, the pulse of my shaft filling her with my cum. I gasped…no longer able to keep any of it from happening. Her fingering continued for a few moments until her breath caught, her fingers stopped, her body shuddered, and her pussy contracted once…twice. Her body drank deeply from what my body had given eagerly. She looked at me and smiled as she continued to breathe heavily.

“Oh fuck…” I collapsed against her and we rested against the barre and the window beyond until the throbbing between us stopped. Fog appeared on the window across from me.

I took a few deep breaths before taking her face in my hands and kissing her. She reached up to hold my face and I felt her fingers wet against my cheek. Slowly she slipped one of her fingers into my mouth to share a taste of what we’d made together.

“You’re going to need some clean-up,” I said. I pushed the chair with its back against the glass and gestured for her to sit. She carefully stepped over the mess we’d made on the floor and sat, pulling her dress up and out of the way.

“That damn dress…” I smiled.

I sank to my knees in front of her.

She leaned back against the cool glass and propped one leg on my shoulder. The warmth of her was everywhere — on my chin, my lips, my fingers. I worked slowly and thoroughly, the way she’d taught me without ever using words, and felt her hands settle onto my head without urgency. Just holding on. The hardwood was unforgiving under my knees and I didn’t notice.

When I finally looked up at her she was watching me with her head tilted back against the glass with a small satisfied curve at the corner of her mouth.

“We should ask if we can keep the barre…,” she said.

“Agreed,” I said.

As I stood up my cock bounced from one thigh to the other.

“Oh, very graceful..,” She giggled.

A woman had stopped outside the glass, head tilted. Checking her hair probably.

We dressed without discussion. She straightened her hem. I buckled my belt. Her heels found the hardwood one last time as she crossed toward the door and I followed and the space echoed around us and then went quiet behind the latch.

The street was bright after the studio. She was already a few steps ahead on the sidewalk, curls loose, earrings catching the afternoon light, walking like a woman with somewhere to be.

I glanced back.

The studio looked back.

All of it. The interior lit and clear through the glass — the barre, the spot on the floor, the chair. The chair still angled exactly where we’d left it, facing the window, facing the street, facing the coffee shop across the road where a table of people sat in the window doing what people do on a Tuesday morning.

I looked at the storefronts on either side. Clear glass. No tint. The comparison took about a second.

I started to laugh.

She was four steps ahead of me on the sidewalk. She didn’t turn around.

But I saw it — the slight lift at the corner of her mouth.

“Tsk tsk….details my dear!”

She’d known since the parking lot.