I hated Nicolas my neighbor when I first started to go to the gymnastics academy. I heard him whispering loudly about my tits "they are not there" he said. I concentrated on my routine. I had a bar along one wall in my room. I practiced my hand stands, shoulder stands, bridges and splits over and over again. At home, I do my routine in the nude as this gives me more freedom and I love to see the way my muscles move. Over the summer, suddenly my breasts blossomed. As I did my floor exercises in the academy in my leotard that was getting too tight for me, I could see see eyes checking me out. Somersaulting across the mat, my breasts strained tight, I landed on my toes in front of him. As if by mistake, I slid off my leotard from one side, exposing a juicy pink nipple just for his eyes. "Like what you see?" I asked, teasing my headlights erect. His cock, I noticed was standing up slowly now. As his eyes followed me, I performed for him alone. Languidly I did a bridge, with one leg stretched high, my pussy straining against the tight costume. I continued on to a one handed bridge and then slowly raised myself and did a back bend, my vagina covered by the thin leotard right under his face.
