Even though my father is American and my mother
Japanese, I was brought up in France. It was in
France that I started dancing and in France where I
had my first sexual experience.
It was in the town of St. Germain-en-Laye. I had been
dancing and seemed to spend most of
my life in pink tights and a leotard. My exotic looks
always attracted alot of attention. Men were
inhinbited about touching me, but women always felt
comfortable stroking my long silken hair, caressing my
face and telling me how pretty I was. Frankly I
didn’t take any of it too seriously, even though when
I look back on it, I do remember thinking it a bit odd
that some of my mother’s friends always seemed to want
me to climb onto to their laps. And loved to tickle my
legs.
It was only when I was quite a bit older – I had just
turned 17 – that I had an experience which can only be
described as sexual.
My parents were going out of town, and had arranged
for me to stay with one of my friends from ballet
class. I will call her Isabelle.
Isabelle was older than me by a couple of years, and I
kind of hero-worshipped her. She was one of four
children and I was to sleep in her room, on a mat.
When it was time to go up to bed, her parents told us
not to stay up talking all night.
I changed into my nightie, but I saw that Isabelle
changed into a pair of black stirrup tights (which we
sometimes wear at ballet over our pink tights) and a
tank cotton top.
As I was about to settle down on the mat, Isabelle
told me to join her in her bed instead. I was tired
and soon fell asleep. I don’t think I was a sleep for
very long, before I woke up in a sweat. My panties
were all damp and my nightie up around my waist.
Isabelle was gently rubbing me through my panties.
After my first surprise, I reached out to move her
hand away. But she wishpered in my ear that it was ok
and that I should feel her too. She took my hand and
placed it between her thighs where I could feel her
wetness through her tights. She encouraged me by
pressing my fingers into the soft moistness.
After a bit of this, she suggested that we take off my
nightie and her cotton top. After she slipped her top
over head, she helped me with my nightie and then
pressed her beautiful breasts against me and kissed
me. Her tongue probed my ears and I felt a chill of
pleasure run through my whole body. Her fingers
played with my budding nipples, and I felt completely
at her mercy. She pushed gently me onto my back and,
straddling my face, she leaned over and started to
touch my panties again. Pleasure shot through me, and
she pressed her crotch against my face. The smell of
her though her tights was intoxicating as she rubbed
herself against my face. She opened my legs and
pushed a hand under the waistband of my panties. Her
touch was heaven.
She slid off her tights and resumed rubbing against my
face as she cupped me and allowed her middle finger to
slide into my crease. When tentatively I began
kissing her sensitive area and probed her with my
tongue, she moaned and soon was bucking in orgasm,
squezzing my head between her legs.
I found out later that I was not her first lover and
that she had been enjoying herself with other friends
for sometime. But that night of my first experience
was all bliss. I never gave any thought to the idea
that what we had done was wrong. It just felt so
comfortable and good. But, when I did find out that
Isabelle had had a number of other girls into her bed,
I confess I was shaken. For a while I turned away
from any further sexual awakening….that is until I
was 18 and developed a tremendous crush on a young 17
year old dancer who was so talented that she was
allowed into our class of mostly 15 and 16 year olds.