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The Dance

You stand before me dressed in black velvet. My eyes devour the sight of you, starting at the tips of your fire engine red toes peeking out from your black four inch heels, a golden ankle chain sparkles through the sheer black silk stockings encasing your legs. Music pulsates around the room and you ever so slowly sway to the beat, your hips picking up the rhythm. My eyes move upward tracing the front slit of your dress to the almost concealed buttons at the top.

Your hand reaches slowly between your breasts and unclasps the first button. A glimpse of black lace is revealed to my eager eyes. I sit back to wait the unveiling, a gleam entering my eye because I know that beneath the outer casing is a collection of feminine delights.

Your hand teases the next button loose. A slow smile of appreciation forms as I realize that the glimpse of lace is actually a black silk and lace corselet. As the last button releases I can see the matching silk panties and thigh high stockings, the lace garter belt clinging lovingly to your legs. The contrast between black stockings and your creamy thighs raises my excitement. I can feel my erection starting to pulsate, pushing strongly at my zipper. You shrug your slender shoulders and the dress slides down, a puddle of black velvet on an ivory carpet.

You pick up the tempo of the music; hips swaying as you walk the length of the room, allowing me a few moments to take in your beauty. As you turn towards me your hands reach for the front clasp of your corselet. I hold my breath waiting, knowing that soon your lushes’ breasts would be revealed to my hungry eyes. You peel the pieces of silk apart revealing yourself to my gaze.

I murmur in appreciation. You sway your hips watching my eyes feasting on you as my hands clench the arms of the chair, knowing that soon these hands would be touching your soft heated flesh. You turn from me again, placing your fingers in the back waist of your silk panties; you slide them slowly down and over your hips.

The mounds of your firm bottom are revealed to my eyes. My excitement mounting, I drink in the sight of your smooth shoulders and back, the curve of your waist and cheeks and those legs still encased in silk and heels.

You bend slowly from the waist, smiling at me over your shoulder and reach for the clothing on the floor, knowing how much I would enjoy this view too. I watch your lushes breasts sway and can even see the dew of your excitement on the petals of your sex.

From a throat clogged with rising excitement you hear “Come here”. Rising and turning you move towards me, noticing that I've already taken “things” into my own hand. Grinning, you drop to your knees between my spread thighs, your tongue flicking out to taste me. Feeling my hands in your hair, holding, guiding, you caress all of my throbbing length with your tongue then begin to draw circles around the ridge of the head with the tip of your tongue. Feeling my hips buck, you draw me deep within the warm wetness of your mouth.

“Enough!” I moan, grasping your shoulders and moving you away from my straining member. Surging to my feet I reach for you. “Now it’s my turn to tease” I say smiling devilishly, guiding you to lie back on the large coffee table. Your body spread out before me, unclothed except for those stockings and heels.

It’s now my turn to sink to my knees, my gaze drawn to the slick wetness of your womanhood, my thumbs gently spread those deliciously ripe lips and my tongue flicks out...

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