Breaking the Rules - Sex Stories

Breaking the Rules

... release.

He didn't remove her hand, though, even as he shimmied his way out of the shirt. Instead, he guided her hand around his bare chest, letting her feel the heat of his skin against her palm. Reaching back, he grabbed her other hand, bringing it to the other side of his chest, and pulled her closer in the process. She was now pressed up close against Anders' back, his hard muscles forming a wall of man against her, while her hands roamed along his front. As the song picked up, he pressed her hands hard into his pecs, letting her feel the thick bands of muscle just below the skin.

The song was coming to an end, now, and Anders danced his way back to the centre of the stage, though not before trailing Elena's hands just below the top of his waistband, giving her a tantalizing tease of what could come next. Flustered, her mind buzzing with so many different emotions, Elena returned to her seat, being met with a great deal of fanfare from her friends.

"You go, girl!" Maya cheered, pulling Elena into a hug. Elena said very little in response, still somewhat stunned. This was turning out to be aHayley night out, through and through, which made Elena equal parts nervous and excited.

Anders' dance ended with an impressive series of acrobatic feats of strength, then he walked off stage, blowing a kiss directly towards the VIP section as he went. As filler music began playing, the voice came over the loudspeakers once again.

"How about Anders, everybody? Let's ...

... give it up again for him! Now, remember ladies and gents, the first half of our show is strictly non-nude, so if you want to see Anders' down-under, you're going to have to hire him for a dance during our intermission."

"I'mso doing that." Said Hayley as the announcer caught his breath.

"Now, let's keep this show moving with our next performer. He's a local boy, born and raised right here in our beautiful city. His hobbies include..."

The show went on, a parade of flesh dancing before Elena's eyes. An hour passed; an hour full of laughter and fun interspersed with periods of heavy (relative) silence as the girls were enraptured by the various displays of sensual athleticism on the stage before them. Just as the most recent dancer, Alberto, strolled off of the stage, his tight ass visible thanks to the thin green G-string he wore, the announcer came on again.

"Everybody give it up for Alberto, the Southwest Stallion!" Elena added her voice to the din of cheers filling the room. She was on her third drink at this stage, but given how weak they were, her head was still clear. She felt a little looser, maybe, but for all intents and purposes she was still sober. The announcer continued. "Now, our intermission has arrived. For the next hour, our guys will be going around offering private dances to our lucky patrons. If you're not hiring one of our studs, then now's a perfect time to get out on the dancefloor!" As he finished speaking, loud dance music blasted through the ...