Take it off. Take it ALL off! - Sex Stories

Take it off. Take it ALL off!

... I heard talking about being short on money. A few minutes later Kendra returns to say that things were covered and invites me to stick around after the show and then winks. I ask if it was okay if I bring my girlfriend back. She just giggles and says 'Sure!' I kiss her goodnight on the cheek, gather my stuff, and start looking for a bouncer to walk me to my car. I find Josh, a great hulk of a man with a weightlifter's build who is always the perfect gentleman to us girls. Don't get me wrong, that pays off well for him with some of the dancers, but that is just his nature. He walks me to my car and waits until I drive off before returning. Back at home, I'm putting away my costumes when I hear your cheerful greeting. "I'm surprised you're still awake, it's kind of late." I say after a warm hello kiss. "Kendra invited us to join her after the place closes." I report. "I declined." "Good girl! We'll have to see what we can do to make you glad that you did. Do you have one more dance left in you tonight?" you say as you perch in a chair and look hopefully at me. "For you, yes." These are the dances that really matter to me. I click on the stereo and select something with a beat. Dancing around you, I flash you sexy eyes and lick my lips. I rub my hips, bottom and crotch against you every chance I get. Lifting my shirt, I give you a quick peek at my bra and quickly pull my shirt down again. I smile wickedly to you. Rubbing against you, I dance around your chair and raise my top a ...

... little each time. Soon it's up to my neck, and I remove it and twirl it around one finger, flinging it into the corner when I'm done. Backing up against you, grinding my bottom against you, I look over my shoulder and wink. "Unhook me?" You unhook my bra and give my bottom a loving squeeze. "No, no ... Can't touch the talent!" I tease. Swaying my hips, dancing in front of you, I slip my arms out of the straps and hold the cups against me. I make my way to you, and let the bra fall off me and cover your eyes. I cover myself self my hands, and back away slowly, wiggling my hips in time with the beat. I turn away and shoot you a sexy glance over my shoulder. I lick both index fingers in time with the beat. Holding my elbows out, you can tell I'm playing with my nipples, making them stand up for you. Covering myself again with one arm, I turn back to face you, my hips keeping time with the music. I straddle your legs, still dancing, my breasts almost in your face. I expose one nipple, then the other, and finally press your face in the cleavage between them. I've got my fingers in your hair, and am pressing your face to me as the song winds down. In the brief silence between songs, in my best little-girl voice, I softly say "These jeans are just soooo snug, and I don't think I'll be able to take them off. Do you think you could be a dear and undo them for me, pwwwease?" You hurredly undo my belt, the top button of my jeans, and unzip them about half way. You then start tugging at ...