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🕑 Added 2022-12-23 19:49:26 +0000 UTC In case you missed my confession on Reddit I thought I'd share it here - Discovering My Love of Belly-Dancing! Posting some videos of myself recently has reminded me of an evening that I had probably buried through embarrassment. Early in my marriage, my friend asked me if I wanted to come along to belly dancing classes with her. I have always loved dancing, and this has been my activity of choice to keep fit. I accepted her invitation with enthusiasm and turned up to my first class. Fast forward 6 months and I had taken to it like a duck to water. I loved the fact that it was mainstream, yet made me feel incredibly sexy, particularly knowing how it came about. It was a style of dance that celebrated curves and I had plenty of those. I loved the way the moves were soft, feminine and sensual, yet celebrated women’s sexuality and playfulness. I would look forward to a Monday evening of shaking and swaying, sultry moves. It got me hot knowing these dances we were performing were designed to turn men on and I fantasised about living in a country where I might use my new skills to dance for a rich Arabian Sheik, tempting him with my ample cleavage and curvaceous hips. My marriage had already started to settle into a mundane routine and my husband showed little interest in me as a woman. Belly dancing made me feel alive again and I became hooked on that feeling. As Christmas approached, my dancing group started to prepare for the annual belly dancing show at the town hall. I was apprehensive about dancing in front of people, but also excited by the prospect. I invested in a special outfit and felt incredibly feminine and beautiful in it. I loved the way it jingled as I moved and the way the skirt sat low on my hips, exposing my flat belly and my belly button. I loved how the bikini-top barely covered my ample breasts. I had prepared a couple of dances with my group and, as I seemed to have had a talent for this, I was asked to do one short dance alone. I spent hours practicing in front of the mirror, aware that I was relatively new to this and nervous about making mistakes. The big night arrived; I performed my 2 group dances to rapturous applause. There was a really wide range of people who had paid to watch, from family members to men, clearly there to enjoy their own fantasies. Towards the end of the evening, I took to the stage and performed my solo set. It wasn’t long, but I remember the thrill of feeling 100 eyes on me, watching my every move and possibly helping excite a number of the audience. I loved the idea that they might fantasise about me later and it spurred me on to move ever more sensually. I even managed to make eye contact with a couple of men. For me at that time, this was very daring. I remember the feeling of my nipples becoming hard against the rough cloth of my bikini top. I remember starting to feel wet, my pussy responding to the feeling of people watching me dance for them. For a moment, I was right there in my fantasy, dancing upon the table for tips in my coin belt, from men who were unable to tear their eyes away from my 32GG breasts! I finished my dance to more rapturous applause and soon the show ended. But I was hot and moist and desperate for some sort of release. I made it to my car and started for home. I hadn’t even bothered to change, throwing by coat over my outfit in my haste to get away. Halfway home I pulled over into a layby. Now you must remember, this was a big thing for me. I had never touched myself in public and had always been taught that sex was for the bedroom, but such was my adrenaline that my inhibitions seemed to have completely left me. I shook off my coat and pulled up my skirts. I felt the dampness between my legs and started to touch my panties. I remember being shocked at how wet I felt. It wasn’t enough. I adjusted the seat so I was lying back, pulled my skirts up higher, moved my bra-top to release my breasts and pulled my panties to one side. My nipples instantly tingled at the cold hitting them. It was winter and we had had snow. I slid one finger inside myself and started to move in a rhythm that felt amazing. My other hand worked my breasts, and I closed my eyes, imagining I was dancing once more for those men, seeing them harden in their trousers and knowing I had the power to make them feel this way. I worked myself faster and faster, stroking my clit with my palm until I came. It didn’t take me long and my climax was off the scale. When I opened my eyes, I could barely focus. It was one of the most intense orgasms that I had ever given myself and I had lost all awareness of where I was or the fact that I could have been seen. Gradually the world came back into focus. I sat up and looked around. To my horror, I realised that I had pulled up on a road I had assumed was fairly quiet but in reality, was a favourite haunt of a number of truck drivers looking for somewhere to park up for the night. It was highly likely that I had been seen by passing traffic and there was a lorry pulling up nearby just at that moment! Needless to say, I pulled my clothes back into position as quickly as possible and started up the car, heading home within seconds. I often think about that evening. How daring I had been. How vulnerable I had made myself – I don’t think I even had thought to lock the car! I wonder what might have happened if someone had jumped in next to me. I fantasise about how they could have helped make me cum and I get off on knowing that I had the power to make a room full of men hard just by watching me dance. This remains a very powerful memory for me. It still makes me cum damn hard when I allow myself to escape into it…… I do hope you have enjoyed it too. PS, I recently found my old belly dancing costume at the back of my wardrobe and couldn’t resist trying it on again, the photos show how loved re-discovering some of those moves and the feelings that came along with them…….plus how I imagine the dance could have ended. 😼
