Love Off The Dance Floor III - Sex Stories

Love Off The Dance Floor III

... hand. "A rose for you, Cassie," Serena said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "It represents beauty; its petals...soft skin; its leaves...outstretched arms, always loving and giving; and its stem...strength." She paused before going on. "I give you this rose, for you are special to me." I was silent as she raised her hand, stroking my cheek with the beautiful flower. "Cass, I'm sorry I disappeared on you earlier," she said, as she lowered the rose along the curve of my neck. "I didn't expect you to come looking for me. What were you thinking?" "I...I couldn't wait," I stuttered, my words sticking in the back of my throat. I was entranced as silken petals flitted against my skin. "Where were you?" I asked, my mind more on the flower that trailed further down. I waited for her answer, anticipating where the blossom would go next. "I had a client, Cass. I should have told you—I do private dances sometimes. I'm sorry," she said, her apology sincere. "You're forgiven," I managed to say. The rose brushed slowly over my breasts. Its silken caress sent shivers through me, making it hard to concentrate. "They thought I was a dancer!" I blurted out despite the pleasure I was feeling. My arousal was evident. Soft petals of velvety red circled my nipples one at a time. "You did well, Cassie," Serena smiled, delighted by my reaction. "Really well," she added, as her fingers replaced the petals of the rose. "I'd love to dance with you again." "I'd..." I couldn't finish the sentence. My nipples tingled, burned from the effect of her touch. I stood paralyzed, enslaved by her wandering fingers. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the sensations as she pulled, taunted and teased. I was lost in their magic as they danced against my flesh. "Cass, open your eyes." Serena spoke softly, her voice gentle but firm. "Come, let's get more comfortable."