1. The Dance


    Date: 8/23/2017, Categories: Interracial, Author: BethanyFrasier, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    an auditorium audience during the winter dance recital, but the instructor put the brakes on that idea before it got any more press. She was open to seeing Jon and I trying it in a practice, just as an artistic experiment, and she even suggested someone from theater-arts record a video of the experimental native dance. With this project now becoming the center of artistic attention between several fine arts departments, I decided to have my long brown hair woven into strings of braided beads, so it would swing wildly around my body when I pirouetted and lunged during the routine. Everyone liked the idea, so one of the girls in the make-up department spent the early evening with me, twisting my hair into long, beaded strands, from tight corn-rows around the top of my head. Jon had choreographed my part of the dance into an imaginative meld of Native American and African influences, and the eroticism of the raw, animal-like moves I was performing would be made even more dramatic with my butt-length hair separated into a curtain of beaded strings. The next afternoon, I doffed my dance leotard for my first nude practice, and walked onto the floor wearing nothing but a skin-toned thong, so just my pussy was covered, leaving my breasts and ass completely exposed. I went through the parts of the routine that I didn't need Jon on the boards with me, and Jon, along with several other dancers watched me try performing the piece practically nude for the first time, to see how well I ...
    moved with the long, beaded strings of hair whipping around my head. With my hair swinging in rhythm with my body, the whole experience looked and felt very exotic, and as I turned my head towards the mirror-wall with each spin, I watched myself with as much erotic fascination as did my audience. I knew this would be a dance to remember! Jon removed his shirt, and wore only tights as he joined me on the dance-floor, and his ripped abs and dark, muscular arms made his body just as attention-grabbing as was mine, but my state of undress seemed to literally throw him off-balance, as he was terribly self-conscious performing moves with me that we had heretofore perfected. His fear of accidentally touching my breasts when he swung me up in a lift, caused him to lose his grip around my ribs, letting me slip out of his grasp, to hit the stage unceremoniously. That one slip-up set us back weeks. I was bruised, but eager to work through it. Jon seemed incapable of getting past it. It was more than just the accident, I later learned. Misty, one of the black, female dancers told me Jon had been getting harassed by a few racists on campus who had heard of his dance routine with a nude, white girl, and they had made what I hoped were only empty threats against him, but which were crippling his confidence to pull off this very daring artistic endeavor. We made a few more tries during practices with no one around watching us, but Jon began to rethink the whole project. We had been spending so ...
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