The invitation:
”Hey -Redacted-, I wanted to apologize about how I left. I hope you are not mad at me and maybe we can see each other again. I should apologize in person the only way I know how. I am sorry -Redacted-, accept my invitation so I can use my own lips to tell you ~I am sorry.~ “
The scene:
I watched as -Redacted- walks in. His posture as tall as ever. I did remember it well. I was, after all, frequently held by his strong arms and against his chest. My eyes stayed with him. Followed his every step as he approached yet I did not stop what I was doing. My own heels clicked, almost matching his steady pace. On top of the table, in circles around a single, polished pole. A pole that would spin ever so slowly thanks to my light weight. I used the pole, I knew how. My almost naked body, so exposed and showcased so perfectly under every beam of light. My room was made just for me. I knew my assets, my curves and how to encourage them. I danced on top of the black table, slow and to the beat of music. Familiar songs, both to my ears and body. my routine never the same yet seemed so natural. My hands began running along the silky skin, sending goose bumps as they run across it. They began from my waist and made their way upwards. Such calm moves, fingers barely touching the tingly skin. My wrists bent slightly and my teeth sank into my bottom lip. Of course, my eyes remained on him all the while my hands began feeling my small, perky breasts. Cupping them over my sexy bra, pulling the material down ever so slightly to allow the teasiest glimpses of what’s hiding underneath. My hips swayed, like a pendulum in front of hazy eyes. So hypnotic, perfectly synced to the rest of my movements. My wonderful ass grinding against the metallic pole. It was pushed and enhanced by skimpy underwear. Exposing my assets yet challenging the imagination juuuust enough. Of course -Redacted- had already seen what’s underneath, yet it was never something stopping me from being an evil tease. My hands move higher as I arch my back. Now fingers sliding into the strands of my hair. My neck tilting back, eyes leaving -Redacted- for the first time as they follow the pole, turning towards the roof. My back pressed against this metallic friend, and so are my plentiful cheeks, but the masterful arch did so well to promote every curve. I was, somehow, even more exposed like this. Seemed so vulnerable in front of lustful eyes. I held the pose for a few moments, perhaps a second short of satisfying those who watched, and moved my hands higher to hold what was pressed against me. My partner in this dance. I let my head fall forwards, hair falling into my face before I gave it a spin and moved it in place. This led to me, bending slightly forward, back still arched, to lock eyes with my familiar guest. “Hello, -Redacted-. Care to join me?” I smiled and patiently waited for his reply.
I smiled warmly at my guest. Flipping my hair back before grabbing his hand and leading him to the chair. “Relax sir and let me give you a show.”I whispered. My heels clicking with each step against the red floor. The slight hue from the lights making my curves stand out that much more. “Here we go” I once more whispered as I let him sink into the chair.I got my body above his. Without much trouble, I took a few steps forward. My black lingerie so seductive and hugging my every curve. Hands first find my chest. Slowly teasing by moving the thin bra just enough to allow the slightest of glimpses of what is hidden. My smile said it all, I loved this. My body now lowered, my thick ass grinding against his lap. Feeling his excitement grow with each grind. “Hope I can give you a great time Babe”
I used everything to make this better. I wanted him to enjoy it. “Let me take care of you and simply relax.” My hands still on my breasts, squeezing and pushing them together right in front of his face. Inches away, forcing my own aroma towards him. My fruity scent, refreshing yet sexy was invading the area around us. The music, matching my movements. Seductive in nature, slow and gentle. My grinding, constant and with purpose. A smile everlasting on my face as my eyes were locked with his.
At this point I would lift myself just slightly, moving my hair away from my face once more. My hands getting lost for a moment as they make their way behind me. The music hides the fact that my bra comes undone. Masterfully unclipped in silence and secrecy to surprise him when it finally falls.I let It fall and held it with a finger, giving it the slightest spin.. a single second this lasts before I threw it away. My breasts were exposed, nipples hard and inches from his face. My own head leaning back and my back arched. Further exposing my top assets. I was proud of my breasts and were not afraid to show them off. My hands now were on them. Nipples trapped between two fingers, played with and teased by myself. A moan left my mouth yet it mixed with the song so greatly. My long legs now moving even more to allow my ass to land on the tent being formed.
I now decided it was time to expose even more. I stood up and danced on my feet. My body swayed from left to right. Pale skin and small, tight muscles glistering under the red hue. My body was firm, trained and well exercised. I smiled once more before my hands began sliding down. First at my neck, nails slightly dragged along it. Later over my breasts, the ones already exposed to my watcher.I groped them one last time before they moved to push the show forward. My hands eventually crawled over my tight tummy, my waist and landed across the elastic of my black panties. Thumbs slid through them at either side. I turned around, facing the decorated wall and pushed my ass towards the sitting man. I bent over, ass pushed out and back arched as I best knew how. That’s when the panti… that’s when I realized I am writing all this on a public forum. Uh oh… I’ll see you all around I guess. I got some business to take care of…
”Hey -Redacted-, I wanted to apologize about how I left. I hope you are not mad at me and maybe we can see each other again. I should apologize in person the only way I know how. I am sorry -Redacted-, accept my invitation so I can use my own lips to tell you ~I am sorry.~ “
The scene:
I watched as -Redacted- walks in. His posture as tall as ever. I did remember it well. I was, after all, frequently held by his strong arms and against his chest. My eyes stayed with him. Followed his every step as he approached yet I did not stop what I was doing. My own heels clicked, almost matching his steady pace. On top of the table, in circles around a single, polished pole. A pole that would spin ever so slowly thanks to my light weight. I used the pole, I knew how. My almost naked body, so exposed and showcased so perfectly under every beam of light. My room was made just for me. I knew my assets, my curves and how to encourage them. I danced on top of the black table, slow and to the beat of music. Familiar songs, both to my ears and body. my routine never the same yet seemed so natural. My hands began running along the silky skin, sending goose bumps as they run across it. They began from my waist and made their way upwards. Such calm moves, fingers barely touching the tingly skin. My wrists bent slightly and my teeth sank into my bottom lip. Of course, my eyes remained on him all the while my hands began feeling my small, perky breasts. Cupping them over my sexy bra, pulling the material down ever so slightly to allow the teasiest glimpses of what’s hiding underneath. My hips swayed, like a pendulum in front of hazy eyes. So hypnotic, perfectly synced to the rest of my movements. My wonderful ass grinding against the metallic pole. It was pushed and enhanced by skimpy underwear. Exposing my assets yet challenging the imagination juuuust enough. Of course -Redacted- had already seen what’s underneath, yet it was never something stopping me from being an evil tease. My hands move higher as I arch my back. Now fingers sliding into the strands of my hair. My neck tilting back, eyes leaving -Redacted- for the first time as they follow the pole, turning towards the roof. My back pressed against this metallic friend, and so are my plentiful cheeks, but the masterful arch did so well to promote every curve. I was, somehow, even more exposed like this. Seemed so vulnerable in front of lustful eyes. I held the pose for a few moments, perhaps a second short of satisfying those who watched, and moved my hands higher to hold what was pressed against me. My partner in this dance. I let my head fall forwards, hair falling into my face before I gave it a spin and moved it in place. This led to me, bending slightly forward, back still arched, to lock eyes with my familiar guest. “Hello, -Redacted-. Care to join me?” I smiled and patiently waited for his reply.
I smiled warmly at my guest. Flipping my hair back before grabbing his hand and leading him to the chair. “Relax sir and let me give you a show.”I whispered. My heels clicking with each step against the red floor. The slight hue from the lights making my curves stand out that much more. “Here we go” I once more whispered as I let him sink into the chair.I got my body above his. Without much trouble, I took a few steps forward. My black lingerie so seductive and hugging my every curve. Hands first find my chest. Slowly teasing by moving the thin bra just enough to allow the slightest of glimpses of what is hidden. My smile said it all, I loved this. My body now lowered, my thick ass grinding against his lap. Feeling his excitement grow with each grind. “Hope I can give you a great time Babe”
I used everything to make this better. I wanted him to enjoy it. “Let me take care of you and simply relax.” My hands still on my breasts, squeezing and pushing them together right in front of his face. Inches away, forcing my own aroma towards him. My fruity scent, refreshing yet sexy was invading the area around us. The music, matching my movements. Seductive in nature, slow and gentle. My grinding, constant and with purpose. A smile everlasting on my face as my eyes were locked with his.
At this point I would lift myself just slightly, moving my hair away from my face once more. My hands getting lost for a moment as they make their way behind me. The music hides the fact that my bra comes undone. Masterfully unclipped in silence and secrecy to surprise him when it finally falls.I let It fall and held it with a finger, giving it the slightest spin.. a single second this lasts before I threw it away. My breasts were exposed, nipples hard and inches from his face. My own head leaning back and my back arched. Further exposing my top assets. I was proud of my breasts and were not afraid to show them off. My hands now were on them. Nipples trapped between two fingers, played with and teased by myself. A moan left my mouth yet it mixed with the song so greatly. My long legs now moving even more to allow my ass to land on the tent being formed.
I now decided it was time to expose even more. I stood up and danced on my feet. My body swayed from left to right. Pale skin and small, tight muscles glistering under the red hue. My body was firm, trained and well exercised. I smiled once more before my hands began sliding down. First at my neck, nails slightly dragged along it. Later over my breasts, the ones already exposed to my watcher.I groped them one last time before they moved to push the show forward. My hands eventually crawled over my tight tummy, my waist and landed across the elastic of my black panties. Thumbs slid through them at either side. I turned around, facing the decorated wall and pushed my ass towards the sitting man. I bent over, ass pushed out and back arched as I best knew how. That’s when the panti… that’s when I realized I am writing all this on a public forum. Uh oh… I’ll see you all around I guess. I got some business to take care of…
