The White Overall - Sex Stories

The White Overall

... slip. She tried to free her hand again only to be met by his growing ire at her indolence. The overall slipped another quarter inch on that side. She felt distressed as she realized that the overall was no more than a tube around her body with little to hold on except for the last halter.

With the next glance around the room, she could tell that she had an audience of a few people intensely staring at her, eager to see if her overall would slip the very last bit. They seemed spellbound to watch a tragedy unfold. She felt even more embarrassed. The instructor mistakenly thought that his moves were impressing the people and tried to add on. Part of her areola was showing. The very last shred of the top was covering the nipple. That's when her mind snapped - snapped into submissive space. She felt that tingle of being surrendered of allowing treatment to happen to her of losing her own will. It's a weird thing. You don't like being bossed around. And you don't like being bossed around. Suddenly, a little more bossing, and it feels good. It feels good to give in.

He noticed her front. He let go of one of her hands. She pulled the halter back up. However, her movements had become soft and surrendered. When the next guy pulled her into an embrace, she allowed herself to melt into it. When she felt his legs between her thighs from the close embrace, she allowed her pubic bone to grace the front of his thigh. It felt good. She rubbed herself on him. The dance had become ...

... sexual. He knew it. He allowed her to hug him tightly, breathe his smell from his neck, and gently grind her pubic bone on her hip. Then he pulled her off into some footwork patterns to not make it too obvious to everyone else. She looked at him with bedroom eyes, longing to be back in that warm spot on his body with the pleasure from her groin rubbing on him.

Her seduction by the testosterone and dance increased. As she was with the upper mid-level dancers, she allowed both halters to come off her bare shoulders. She no longer cared about keeping the front over her nipples. She let her body go to dance with the music. She let the men worry about keeping the front up. She let them catch glimpses of her nipples from the right angle. They were delicious, fully-shaped nipples. When her boob seemed to slip out, she took no action to cover up. She let the guys tug on her overall to keep her covered. She gave them the attitude that she was completely melted into the dance and no longer cared. "Let 'em flow freely" was her bodily expression in how she moved. And the guys knew that their honor would be destroyed if they allowed their partner to get exposed. Secure in that knowledge, she dared her boobies to pop out by ever more winding her body, rubbing on his body so that the overall would get pulled out of place. A dangerous game of creating more opportunities to get exposed while they struggled to keep her modest.

Erections were pressing at her when they were in close embrace or ...