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“Spectacular is high praise, but I will take it.”“Ladies, wasn’t Amber marvelous?” Standing next to me near the mirrored wall in the front of the studio, Rhonda applauded, which sparked a round of cheers from the other six dancers in the room.I held up my hands, slightly abashed by the praise. “I’m not an expert on the pole like Rhonda here, but I do hope I showed you how to release your sensuality through your performance.”A dancer in the center of the floor wearing a zebra print top and matching shorts that barely covered her pale cheeks yelled, “Please come back, Amber!”The rest of the women, leaning on their shiny poles, echoed her sentiment.“All right, all right!” I waved off the shouts and tightened my high brown ponytail. “I will return, and I will and teach more lascivious moves, if that’s okay with you?” I asked Rhonda.In her black halter top and high waisted shorts, she hugged my shoulders. “Next month, same day and time?”“Definitely.”“Everyone here today gets first dibs. This way, ladies.” They followed Rhonda to the front desk to sign up for my next workshop while I gathered my belongings and headed to the changing room in the rear.I had planned to pop into the bathroom straight away to strip off my dance wear and change into my regular clothes, but I got distracted by a text from my husband. As I wrote him a quick response, I thought I had heard someone brush past me, but when I looked around, I saw no one. I peeked through the curtain separating the dance floor from the changing area, and there was still a throng of scantily-clad women getting their dates straight at the front with Rhonda.Text sent, I returned my phone to my bag. I reached for the gold isvecbahis knob on the bathroom door when what to my wondering eyes did appear.A thick brown woman had her right foot balanced on the sink, her eyes closed, her thighs open, and her fingers rhythmically searching her shaved pussy. Her movements were causing her luscious curves to jiggle as she fingered to the beat of the R&B jam playing on the studio speakers.I hadn’t noticed her much before, as I had to pay attention to all of the women on the floor,  but with her in this position, I quickly remembered her name. “Celi.” In retrospect, when the dancers were mimicking the way I had shown them to work the pole from behind, the only words that came to mind when I observed Celi were “booty for days”.“Oh my gosh.” Her right hand was shoved in her crotch, which was no longer covered by the yellow two-piece thong outfit that she wore to class that day. Her strap had fallen off her shoulder and her left titty had escaped from the side of her crop top, which left her puffy brown nipple hanging bare.Standing in the doorway barefoot, I could sense that my own nipples were growing stiff through my thin blue sports bra. I backed out of the room, unsure of what to say. “I should–”“Wait, Amber. Don’t go,” she requested, hand firmly planted between her succulent thighs.I stood still. My own crotch started to tingle.“I thought I had locked the door.”“It was open.” My nipples were definitely visible at this point.When I didn’t leave, a smile sneaked onto Celi’s face. “You ever get turned on after class?”“Sometimes during class,” I admitted. “But I never…”“Neither have I.” Her index and middle finger parted her brown pussy lips isveçbahis giriş and latched onto her pink clit. “Until today.”I reached behind me, found the knob, and pulled the door shut. What was I doing?“Watch me.” Celi pulled her phone out of her bag. She pressed a pink app button, and the device started vibrating. “Convenient,” I breathed. Through the closed door, I heard the rest of the women milling around near the poles.She removed off her soaked thong and rubbed the case of her buzzing phone against her shaved puss. Then she took her large titty in hand and thumbed that dark nipple, all the while examining my reaction.I was plastered against the door, immobile. I wanted to unhook my bra and rub my own round breasts, teasing my light brown nipples while Celi watched me.But I couldn’t.I wasn’t ready.I had never imagined myself in a situation like this.Though, considering the way my pussy was pulsing, the way I desperately desired to place my mouth on Celi’s big ole titty and suck it good while she moaned, I knew this feeling wouldn’t go away.I squeezed my thighs together, creating friction for my clit. Celi noticed me squirming, the moisture growing in my light blue boyshorts. She peeled down the right strap of her top, exposing her other big brown titty as well, both of her dark nipples swollen. She gyrated her clit against the phone and switched to rubbing her other breast. Then she lifted her chin at me.My fingertips crawled up to my own breasts.Celi nodded at me with a grunt.I caressed my stiff nipples through my sports bra, my clit pulsing in my shorts. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was a married woman with a husband at home.It felt so good.Celi isveçbahis yeni giriş breathed harder. Suddenly she bit her lip. Her body shook as she dropped the phone on the linoleum floor and fingered that pussy like she was mining for gold. Her broad backside undulated as her orgasm rose from her painted toes to her full lips.Fingers pinching my nips, I crossed my right thigh over my left, clamping my clit, inducing my own pleasure, soft waves flowing through my mound.We sucked air into our lungs, looking at each other recover, my shorts conspicuously soaked, Celi’s outfit dangling from her sumptuous contours like torn, yellow ribbons.A knock on the door snapped me back to reality.“Coming!” I answered honestly.Celi caressed her pink clit. “Thank you,” she mouthed to me silently.I nodded, unlocked the door, and sidled out, closing it behind me.“Hey,” Rhonda smiled at me. I avoided her eyes and muttered, “She needed some help.” I meandered to my bag in the corner, sheepish about my encounter.Rhonda didn’t seem to notice anything odd and waited for Celi to exit.I threw on my tank top and sweatpants over my bra and shorts as Celi walked out of the bathroom, wearing a gauzy pink romper and no hint of underwear.Rhonda shut the door and turned on the sink.“Heading out?” Celi asked me, as I shoved my feet in my sandals, making a concerted effort not to stare at her damp camel toe.“I’m going to chat with Rhonda for a bit,” I blurted. “But, uh, good work today. You nailed those moves.”“I was inspired by your instruction.” She was staring openly at my chest. I glanced down. My tank top clung to my sweaty breasts, nipples distinctly erect.Celi licked her plump lips. “See you next month.” “You signed up for–”“Naturally.” She smiled and walked through the curtain.I sat in the nearest folding chair, put my forehead in my hands, and wondered what had just happened.And whether I wanted some more. 

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