Holy Dance Surprise - Sex Stories

Holy Dance Surprise

... look of shock that crossed my face. I had been just about to back out of the room and the deal made with Tony, when I realised that I couldn't. My b*****r would have been humiliated; I mean what lap dancer refuses to dance with an ordinary guy? And for Greg, the humiliation would have destroyed such an introverted character, while Tony's earlier comment would have been justified; and what explanation could I give that didn't give away my identity? All this took place within a second so, scarcely missing a step, I started to dance for my big b*****r. At first my movements were slightly disjointed, as my mind was still struggling with the right thing to do. OK, perhaps not "right", but at least the one that enabled Greg and I to escape with the least consequences. Soon however my months of practise took over and I started to settle into my dance. Just within his reach I shook my hips and began to turn around anti-clockwise, wigging my G-string clad ass and bending forward as the music played, titillating and tantalising. As I turned towards him and standing between his thighs, I thrust my breasts forward to touch his face, moved and wove my magic. And he stared at my tummy, he watched my hips roll, his eyes were mesmerised by my constantly moving body as it echoed the rhythm of the music. My touches shocked him, encouraged him, thrilled him and turned up his libido. If he looked at my face, he saw an exotic, erotic vision, enticing and enchanting him. Beads of sweat shone on ...

... his face, and his breathing changed and caught as I pumped up his lust with my movements, his hands grasped his thighs in his desperate efforts to avoid reaching out for a touch, a taste, just some contact with the magic that engaged his visceral thoughts. All his thoughts and concentration were on my body, following my curves from my hips to the swell of my breasts. Taking in the irregularity of my nipples, as they stood proud in my flimsy top and always watching me swirl in time to the music, feeling my ass grind against his crotch. I too was affected. If the fear of recognition with Tony had been thrilling, then with my b*****r it unleashed an primal passion in me. As I danced and rubbed my body against him, I felt his cock push back against me; I saw his eyes greedily devour me; his lips reach out to caress my bikini-clad breasts. I was as hooked as he was and my previous reluctance to remove my clothing was now a need to further raise the sexual tension. As I danced rubbing my tits in his face, I removed my top and allowed it to fall across the bridge of his nose, before its gravity assisted fall to his chest; I leaned over him, so that my nipples brushed across his forehead, his nose and over his mouth which opened to allow his tongue to flick my passing bud. And again, and again, never quite allowing him to catch me. I sat down on his lap and felt him; hard, rock-hard pushing up towards me, telling my body that he wanted me, willing me to continue. And my body responded ...