"How was it? Did I dance well?"
My girlfriend's fair face was dotted with sweat, her lips slightly pursed as she looked at me with a questioning expression. Her bright eyes sparkled, and her long eyelashes fluttered.
"Not bad," I replied casually.
My girlfriend originally trained in folk dance but recently taught herself ballet. I'm no expert, but her movements seemed decent enough. Honestly, though, I wasn't paying much attention to her dance technique.
In her white, tight-fitting pantyhose, her long legs looked even more slender and captivating. As she danced, her impossibly slim waist accentuated her perky hips, making my mouth go dry. She wore only a pink camisole on top, her full breasts teasingly half-exposed. Every time she bent forward, glistening sweat beads rolled between the snowy valley of her cleavage. It was, frankly, more arousing than any seductive dance.
I'm not some pervert, and I've seen ballet performances before without getting this worked up. But this was different, her close-up performance, paired with her stunning figure and thin clothing, was impossible not to fantasize about.
Lost in my thoughts, she spoke again, hands on her slender waist, her lips redder from exertion pouting. "Tch! What's that? Just 'not bad'?"
Normally, she's a refined and elegant girl, but in front of me, she's a bit playful and coy, which always melts my heart.
I stood up from the slightly cool wooden floor, adjusting my pants, which were uncomfortably tight due to my arousal. "Didn't I tell you? 'Not bad' means 'absolutely amazing.' Right, babe?"
"Hmph, you always have an excuse," she said, not pressing further. She took the thick towel I handed her and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
I glanced out the window. It was Sunday afternoon, and the sun shone brightly. The campus, lined with lush green trees, was unusually quiet. I felt a secret thrill, studying abroad here was great. Not only was the environment beautiful, but it was also so peaceful.
I've been studying in the US for five years now. The west coast here is a prosperous material paradise, with bustling cities full of life. But the countryside, like our Clearwater University, offers a different kind of beauty with its verdant greenery. Studying here is truly a blessing.
Even luckier, at Clearwater Town's university, I met Suki.
Suki Mori, I call her Suki, sometimes Sue. Some call her Lila, but I don't like using that name.
"Suki, you danced so beautifully, I was mesmerized…"
I walked over, wrapping my arms around her waist, watching her playfully push against me in my embrace.
Up close, her gorgeous face was impossible to resist. I leaned in and kissed her deeply.
"Mmm!"
She let out a surprised hum, but under my tight embrace and fiery, slightly aggressive kiss, her initially stiff resistance softened quickly.
Having been with her for a while, I learned she came to the US for some special reasons. Otherwise, I couldn't fathom how a beauty like her escaped the clutches of "lechers" back home.
Suki is stunning. Her oval face is slightly rounded, almost childlike and adorable, yet her features are sharply defined, blending softness with a modern kind of beauty. I love girls like her, they make you want to scoop them up and kiss them endlessly.
When our lips parted, I had already pressed her down onto the mat used for stretching, right there on the floor.
"You're so beautiful, Suki," I said, my hand sliding onto her full breast.
God, the sensation was incredible.
Since she was dancing, she wasn't wearing her usual structured bra, just a soft cotton bralette. Through the fabric, I could feel the firmness of her breasts directly.
"No! Not here, it's too risky! Someone might come!"
She grabbed my hand nervously, her face a mix of shyness and irritation, her brows furrowed.
Even her angry expression was so enticing!
I was too far gone to stop. With a swift move, I slipped my hand inside her neckline, grasping her full, firm breast, savoring its impossibly smooth texture.
"Ugh, you're awful!" she muttered, her brows knitting as she softly protested.
I relished her shy expression, feeling even more aroused.
With a quarter of her ancestry from another ethnicity, she has some mixed-race traits, sharp features, large, expressive eyes, and long, curled eyelashes. Her eye sockets are slightly deep, and her naturally arched brows are perfectly delicate without needing any touch-up.
Right now, under my teasing touch, her bright eyes grew hazy with desire. I knew her breasts were her most sensitive spot, and targeting them always worked like a charm.
Her nose is straight yet softly curved, her small nostrils flared with her quickening breaths. Her rosy lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of neat, white teeth. Her slightly plump lower lip trembled with soft, sultry moans escaping her throat, making her irresistibly alluring.
The first time I saw her, I couldn't tear my eyes away. I initially thought she was a local, born in the US, but later she told me her grandmother was Russian.
Now, Suki is my girlfriend. Her beauty is no longer just for distant admiration, I can touch and play with her as I please.
The thought made my erection throb painfully, and my grip on her tightened.
"Taro… no… not here…"
Lying on the mat, she weakly pushed against me, glancing worriedly toward the dance studio's door, afraid someone might walk in.
"What's there to worry about? At this hour, the whole university is practically empty…"
Though I said that, I was a bit anxious too.
I snuck a glance at the small window on the door, wondering if someone might be peeking.
What if an old janitor pushed open the door and saw my girlfriend's snowy-white body fully exposed?
Though the thought made me nervous, it also weirdly thrilled me, making my erection burn even hotter.
Plus, one entire wall of the dance studio was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. While Suki was dancing earlier, I'd fantasized about taking her right here, watching her breathtaking chest from the front and her smooth back in the reflection.
How could I pass up this chance?
"Don't be scared, Suki," I said, forcefully pushing her pink camisole up, along with her bralette, bunching them below her neck.
Her snowy-white body and two perfectly round, full breasts were suddenly exposed to the air and my gaze.
Even though I'd seen them many times, I was still in awe of her beauty.
Her beauty is unique.
At Clearwater University, there's no shortage of stunning women with striking features and bold figures. Finding someone with a gorgeous body and face isn't hard.
But Suki has two exceptional qualities that captivate me.
First, her skin is unbelievably fair and tender. Lying shyly on the mat, her bare upper body was almost blindingly white.
Her delicate skin was as crystalline as the purest snow from the coldest places, as soft as the freshest, most pristine milk, and as elastic as a perfectly peeled, plump egg.
As I caressed her with a sly grin, I silently thanked her mother's side of the family for this gift.
Her skin has no flaws.
Aside from a few small red moles, her skin is flawlessly smooth and fair, with barely visible pores or hair.
Every time I touch her bare body, it feels like warm, soft jade.
Her skin is as tender as a baby's, truly a delight to the touch.
She doesn't use fancy skincare products, just baby oil after a shower. Whether it's natural or because she loves milk and fish, I don't know.
"Ugh… Taro… you're so bad… If someone sees, how will I face my classes…"
She covered her chest with her hands, trying to stop me.
I leaned over her, kissing her rosy lips. "Don't worry. Even if someone saw, they'd only remember your beauty and be so stunned they'd forget your face…"
"Ugh, stop talking nonsense…"
She glared at me, a bit annoyed.
I chuckled mischievously, and with a swift tug, I pulled her white pantyhose and T-shaped panties down to her calves.
"Ah!"
She gasped, her hands still covering her chest, too late to stop me.
I grabbed her slender ankles, lifting her legs and pressing them straight down toward her chest.
Her knees pressed against her own breasts, and as long as I held her ankles, she couldn't struggle freely. This left me free to toy with the slit nestled between her snowy thighs.
"You're… such a pervert…"
As my tongue grazed her slit, her protests faded, turning into soft, continuous moans.
The other thing that makes Suki special is her figure.
She's 1.72 meters tall and weighs about 55 kg.
Not a bony beauty, but to me, she's perfect.
Her proportions are ideal, with measurements of 35D-24-35.
Her figure is likely thanks to her years of dance training since childhood. Even now, she often practices at the university gym.
Her legs are long, her waist slim and delicate, which makes her hips even more perky, giving her a strikingly curvaceous silhouette.
Her ankles are slender from dancing, and I've secretly taken nude photos of her to compare with online models, her calf curves are just as stunning.
She once told me that after hitting puberty in middle school, her height became too tall for professional dance, so she left the team. Otherwise, she might've joined the national team.
Still, she's stayed active in the dance club.
Her figure, while impressive, isn't entirely unique on campus, you often see girls in thigh-high miniskirts, showing off their attractive legs.
What truly sets her apart, and what I find most irresistible, is her incredible flexibility.
Most girls are flexible when young, but lose it as they grow. Suki, however, has kept up her dance training and never neglected her flexibility exercises.
Even among girls, her flexibility is exceptional.
Her slender hands, with their delicate fingers, can bend backward effortlessly until they touch the outside of her forearms.
It's a bit strange to watch.
But when I imagine her legs doing the same, it's not strange, it's insanely arousing!
Whenever I see her in tiny shorts, her snowy legs exposed, practicing splits on the floor at home, I can't help but fantasize about taking her in bed, bending her sensual, white body into all sorts of daring, lascivious poses.
Like a 180-degree split, for example, drool-worthy thoughts.
Sadly, due to her reluctance, we've never tried those positions.
But now, in the university gym's dance studio, with me eagerly kissing her dripping slit, my fantasies might just come true.
Back home, Suki danced for two years in middle school, so when she came to the US for university, she was only twenty.
Now, a year and a half later, she's studying finance. Compared to her peers, she's quite young.
Maybe because of her youth, her untouched body is incredibly sensitive. I'd barely kissed her slit for long before she was soaked, moaning and slipping into a half-dazed state.
Seeing the moment was right, I panted heavily, pulled out my rock-hard erection, and pressed it against her slick entrance.
*Clank! Clank!*
Damn it!
Suddenly, I heard the jangle of keys or something clattering with someone's footsteps outside.
Shit!
Someone's actually coming!