The White Overall - Sex Stories

The White Overall

... Her pulse tapped like anxious fingers drum on a surface. Her boobs changed shape as they were hanging forward, looking a bit more like the udder of a cow. The top still covered the nipples, but the gap of her front and tits hanging down was significant as she was leaning forward. He sensed that there was something that she liked about this pose. Yet he was a bit innocent and unsure of what was going on. The way how she bit her lip gave it away. So he stayed with her arms locked and led her into a head roll with her shoulder dipping deeply to the side. She could feel the fabric slide across her nipple. With high alert sensitivity, she focused on feeling the fabric on her nipple to sense if it was still there. And then when it was at the the very edge, he seemed to realize and quickly released her into a turn where she had a hand free to pull her front back into place.

"Slut!" she heard in a hushed feminine voice. Fire shot into her cheeks. But she looked around. She saw another woman with a dress that had a very high slit - a constant tease that her underwear might be revealed at any moment with a dramatic step. Rachel knew that she was in a place where that was how women competed. She needn't worry about the hater being jealous.

The middle dancers quickly embraced her. There were three ways to advance towards the DJ. You could be a really good dancer. You could be very attractive. You could be visibly very willing. Her boobs were beautiful. Her body was mousy. The ...

... rest, she made up by being willing. When the middle dancers dipped her, she let her body go to allow them to bend her around how they wanted. When they made her lean forward on top of them, she allowed them to do it. When a hand made her dug her head under, she dug under. When they forced her down to kneel or bent, she went as low as her body let her go. They loved a willing female body to toy around with. And in return, they made her do ever more advanced moves to catch the eyes of better dancers.

The way how her top moved precariously around her luscious breasts was a constant tease. Some of the dancers were really cautious to keep her safe and avoid twisting her body too much. This one dancer, who was a local instructor who tried a little too hard to show of his moves, didn't pay attention to her boobs. He was too busy trying to do unnecessarily complicated moves to impress people. His lead was rough. He'd grip her hand hard to jerk her into the shapes he wanted to put her in. Then he started a complicated turn pattern sequence. The left halter slipped off her shoulder. She tried to pull it back, but he only squeezed her hands harder to show his displeasure at how little she was following. He wanted to do another turn that would tie their arms into a knot. He wouldn't let go of her hand to adjust. At first, the top stood up because the jeans fabric was pretty sturdy, but then the whole overall started slipping down her body on that side. With agony, she felt a quarter-inch ...