Lap Dance - Sex Stories

Lap Dance

... circles of dark skin. I moved my eyes from the distraction of her tits to her eyes, she was smiling mischievously, impishly as she looked at me. My prick was filling with hot racing blood. Fran put her hands on my shoulders and held herself in place while her body gyrated to the thumping song, her breasts were inches from my face, the skirt whipping across her thighs, my cock continued to fill. She moved her hands then spun away from me again then straddled my legs, the inside of her thighs were rubbing the outside of mine, her red panties dancing before my eyes. Fran bent at the waist again which put her butt just inches from me. I detected the scent of her body mixed with the fragrance of cologne. I was damn glad I'd changed into loose fitting pants. I wished for a fist full of dollars so I could stuff then into her underwear as she danced. I knew the song was coming to an end, so did Fran. She bent her knees slightly and started bouncing her butt on the bulge in my lap. She put her hands on my knees then twitched and rubbed my swelling pants with her cheeks. I was two seconds from overload when the music stopped. I wanted to grab my sister by the waist and jam her down on me until my balls spilled but I sat there immobile and let her get away. She move across the room and leaned on her bureau, panting with exertion, face flushed. “Goddamn that's a lot of fucking work. I need something cold to drink. Come on.” We found some iced tea in the fridge and after our tumblers ...

... were full Fran asked me with anticipation, “Whaja think?” “Hot. Awesome. Awesomely hot! The only thing that could make it hotter is if you wore a thong, not full panties. Where in hell did you learn to move like that?” She beamed her pleasure at my warm critique. “I've been practicing, its kinda fun trying to do moves like those.” “So, what's fun about it? You worked up a sweat and did all the work, I just sat there and enjoyed the show.” “You got turned on didn't you?” She looked at my groin, my erection had dwindled to about half sized but it was still evidence of her effect. “Well, yeah, but what's in it for the girl?” I was curious and Fran was willing to share her thoughts. “I'm not sure but I think it's the power. Yeah, the power. I like the feeling when boys react to me because of my sex. It's a power trip and I'm working on new ways of showing it, of turning guys on because it turns me on to do it.” “So you are learning how to be a cock tease, well it worked for me, I got a steel rod in my pants watching you, how about you?” My sister blushed a lovely shade, “Kind of.” she admitted. I wasn't done “What about the butt bounce at the end when you rubbed your ass on my hard-on. Was that for me, you, or the grand finale to the show?” She didn't answer my question, she stood straight, put her glass down and asked “Can I practice some more?” That was a question she didn't have to ask. The first thing she did when we got back to her room was to open the second drawer of her ...