The White Overall - Sex Stories

The White Overall

... lesser men, she felt safe to do what she had come here to do. The side of her overall had two buttons. Their function was to create space to allow her to slip in and then to fit more snugly. She popped the buttons. The result was that the front was freer to move around. The front was like a shield covering her boobs. With it being allowed to slide around, there was a risk that she might get exposed. She hungered to feel that risk to feel that shot of embarrassment from being exposed. She loved the danger singing in her blood like it could curl at any moment. She liked being right on the edge of possibly being exposed.

And when he lifted her arm, the strap on that shoulder rode higher and the front dropped on the other side, revealing a new part of her boob. The front slipped around with her movement exposing a little bit more left, top, and right boob. It was an ever-changing mosaic that allowed watchers to get glimpses of her boob and put from those snapshots together an idea of what her breasts looked like whole naked. Her boobs that the right amount of firmness and movability.

The song changed. From the shirt of the next man, she could already tell that he was a regular dancer. And he quickly spun her around to face away from him. He held her against his body while their hips bounced left and right to accentuate the beat. His face was leaning forward over her shoulder. She knew that his gaze was plunging deeply between her boobs. From his vantage point, the front was ...

... merely covering the nipples, and the whole sea of her mammaries was his to gaze at from the top. She loved that mix of being naked privately to one person while being in public. She reached her hands back to hold onto his neck and caress his hairline ravenously. She was playing the melted woman in his arms - a beautiful picture to seduce more men to dance with her.

His skill made the dance move a lot more and more unpredictably: fast spins, chest rolls, and slides. The moves came so fast at her that all she could do was instantly react if a hand was offered to her to grip or she received a little push to move a certain way. All that motion caused her front to move a lot more and more unpredictably. Her head started feeling hot because she could tell that a boob exposure could happen. The risk was still below the threshold where she would have excused herself and fled the dancefloor, but it was there.

Then he flicked one arm behind her back into what's called hammer lock. It's her forearm crossed behind her back. Then he flicked the other arm the same way behind her back. Her arms were double-crossed behind her back. He held her hands with his opposite hands to restrain them in place. With her hands locked behind her back, she could no longer tug on her front to put it back into place. If something happened, she could no longer cover herself with her hand. She was at his mercy.

He made her do a bootie roll. He made her lean forward into a bow. Her front fell forward. ...