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The Dance
Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories
feigned shock. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out. “I didn’t mean…” “It’s alright,” I say, smiling. “But you’ll need to kiss it better.” I lift the hem of the negligee, letting you see my bum beneath the lacy arches of my French knickers. You lean forward tentatively, licking your lips, and place a kiss in the centre of each pale cheek. “That’s better,” I say, letting the babydoll fall back down. “Come on.” I continue up the stairs. You follow. The quiet upper levels of the club are a maze of tiny corridors. There’s no-one else around. I lead you to a small room illuminated by soft uplighters on deep-red walls. The thick carpet feels luxurious on my bare feet as I lead you inside and gesture at the low leather chair in the room’s centre. “Sit down and take off your shoes,” I say. I close the door behind us as you take your place in the chair. The room is quiet except for a distant heartbeat of music from the floors below, felt more than heard. “So… what happens now?” you ask, voice almost steady. I smile widely in response, and walk slowly across the room to stand over you, untying the babydoll as I go. I come to a stop right in front of you and hold it open, letting your lascivious eyes feast on my matching black bra and panties. “Well what do you think?” I ask rhetorically, jumping up to straddle you. I grind my crotch down onto the obvious bulge in your trousers, feeling your hardness press into me. Your head lolls back and you close your eyes, moaning, as I circle on your ... straining tip. I ride you like this for a few moments, letting the negligee slip down my arms onto the floor, and run my hands up and down your chest. I cradle your head and pull you into my cleavage, smothering your face with the warm, smooth globes of my breasts. I push you back suddenly and lift myself up, away from your hardness. I reach behind my back and unhook the bra, then hold the lacy cups in place with my hands and squeeze my breasts together. The bra falls away and I kneel over you, my tits surrounding your face, small nipples pink and hard. I move one towards your lips. “Suck it, baby,” I say in a whisper. You take my nipple into your mouth and suck it wetly, while I slide one hand down to my crotch and start to rub myself through my knickers. You move your attention to my other nipple, biting and sucking it. I arch my back and bite my lower lip, moaning with pleasure and feeling the gusset of my panties grow wet. I pull back and sink down onto you again, circling and grinding my pussy against you for a few moments more, then on a sudden impulse I jump up off the chair and start to dance. There is no music except the beat of my heart, and I seem to move to that seductive rhythm and writhe in the air as though in throes of ecstasy, never taking my eyes off yours. I draw closer and then suddenly turn my back on you. I put my hands on my buttocks and squeeze them as I bend over. I move my hips in a wide circle, still moving to some inaudible beat, hypnotising you with my ...