I'm at an ice rink with friends. They're ready to leave, but I linger--I'm learning to skate backwards. They warn me "It's hard for beginners to remember to look behind them" but I find it easy since my peripheral vision is nearly as wide as a deer's--always has been.

As I wobble around, a blonde skater glides around me. Skimpy outfit--sexy, but I wonder how she can stay warm. I steer successfully, stay out of her way. Not regained all my skating skill, but more than I expected in such a short time. The blonde is a real skater, Olympic level--she zooms and soars, practicing leaps and spins... one astonishing cartwheel. I no longer wonder how she stays warm: she's generating so much heat she steams! Pulls off her top, dances bare-breasted on the ice. Soon even that's too much, and she pauses and strips, then leaps across the ice naked but for skates. She spins through figure-eights till she leaves a glowing trail behind her: an infinity made of hanging steam.

At last she sits in the center of the rink, glowing faintly, steam rising around her like scarves from all the ice melting under her. Her pussy is red and hot and wet, and I realize it wasn't just physical exercise generating all that heat. She got off on that!

She looks at me, gasping, naked, glowing, excited... and grins.

A thrill runs through me. But though I long to go out and meet her, I turn away, shy... because it's thin ice out there, and I just don't dare cross to where I don't belong, not yet.

Center stage.

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