Lap Dance - Sex Stories

Lap Dance

... didn't see me standing in the door as she jimmied and shimmied her ass, keeping a booty rocking, hip rolling beat with the music. She was wearing only bra and panties as she practiced her dance. Her butt was swinging circles in the air, her legs pumping it up and down at the same time. I'd never seen a girl’s ass move in so many different directions at once. It was fascinating, and a little sexy. No – it was a lot sexy. I pushed the door wider, leaned on the jamb and watched my sister. She put on more show then slowly stepped around. She looked up and saw me standing in her room and froze in place for two heartbeats then began to shriek. The terror in her eyes faded quickly, turning to rage when she recognized me. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” I was grinning like an idiot, “Watching you dance, what do you think?” Fran grabbed her bathrobe off the floor and threw it over her shoulders. She slammed the off button on her music box and took up her verbal assault on me again “You bastard, you scared the shit out of me. What do you think you were doing?” “Hey the goddamn door was open bitch, don't get all fucked up at me, I heard the music and stopped to see what you were doing. What are you doing, practicing a lap dance like you asked me about?” My sister was calming down. We weren't strangers to each other in our underwear so that didn't embarrass her but she started to turn red “I found some dance videos on the web so I was trying to do what they ...

... were doing.” “Lap dance videos?” She burned redder “Yeah, it's kind of fun making my butt swing around like that, it's a good workout too.” “Well from the short show I just got it looked to me like you learned some pretty sensational moves. You were rocking girl.” Fran brightened “You think so? I haven't done anything like that for Mel yet so I don't know.” “Tell you what Sis; let me sit in that chair and you put the music back on. Dance for me and I'll be your critic. She hesitated, looking at me strangely, “You want me to do that with you watching me?” “Well ya, that's what it's all about. The girls show their stuff for the men; the men get hot.” “You mean that if I do this you’re gonna get hot or are you gonna get hot for me?” “What fucking difference does it make?” “Well don't think you get to stick your dick in me just because I dance for you, OK?” “Okay, that wasn't my plan anyway, put the music on, let's see what you got.” Fran threw her robe onto the bed and walked over to the boom box. She fiddled with the disk until she got the tune she wanted then stepped back in front of me. The desk chair I was sitting in had arms so she leaned over and put her hands on the chair and her face just inches from mine. I looked down her front at her tits which were swinging prettily inside her thin bra. The music started thumping a heavy beat and she began to whip her hips back and forth, swiveling at the waist. Her head was rigid, not moving, her eyes locked on my face while her body ...