Chapter 1 is found here

 

We plotted all week together.  Plotting to seduce this virgin man who cut my lawn.  This 18 year old Adonis who was unaware of his sexual powers and so shy that Sophia just wanted to cuddle him in a blanket of estrogen smelling flesh.  Cuddle him and coddle him and take his virginal member into her holes.

 

Together we plotted.  With me whispering in her ear while I pricked her naked body with my spear.  Telling her what she could do to him when I was hiding in the other room.   We tried out different scenarios.  What if it was overcast or cold?  We had promised a cooling sponge bath but we could substitute a steamy bath.  What if he had to meet a friend or his mother?  We could have him come back later to get paid.  In fact, we plotted all of the possible scenarios in detail.  Details which inevitably brought Sophia to an orgasm.  She loved thought of seducing this boy while I watched from behind some magic curtain.  She loved the anticipation of this Saturday.

 

So part of our plotting for this Saturday was for me to appear to be gone so she could work on his shyness without his fear of me showing up unexpectedly.  The story he would be told was that I was away on a business trip and wasn’t able to get home on a flight until 8:00 that evening.  So I was out and 1,000 miles away.  In reality I bought three small wireless cameras, put them in a network and set up my computer in the guest room.  I could switch between each of the cameras: one in the living room, one in the bathroom and one in the bedroom.  I would not be able to hear unless they were in the master bedroom which directly below the guestroom and shared some venting system that allowed sound to travel between the two rooms.

 

The weather on Saturday turned out to be very hot and humid.  In fact, it was perhaps the hottest day of the year.  Sophia had the AC on in the house but had set it so that the bedroom would be considerably cooler than the rest of the house.  She was wearing a t-shirt (no bra) and shorts with a thong underneath.  When Brian arrived she met him at the front door and after commenting on the heat, explained to him that she was going to take a cool bath and that if he needed anything he should just come in the house and help himself.  She also commented on my absence (and we had even driven my car away to a near by shopping lot to complete the story).  I could see on my monitor that Sophia’s nipples were quite hard and visible through her tight fitting t-shirt.

 

A few more pleasantries were exchanged and as Brian started to turn away, Sophia said to him, “In this heat, you will sure earn your sponge bath today.”  She could see the back of his neck redden and his eyes gave her a furtive guilty look over his shoulders as he went into the yard.  God, she thought, two hours before he is done.  Can I wait that long?

 

Well she did want to take that bath and she started running the water in the tub.  She stripped off her clothes and walked through the house naked making sure to pass by the windows.  I couldn’t follow all of her movements in my monitors but I could see Brian out the window, and while he was mowing he was looking toward the house.  I wondered if this could be dangerous.  Thanks god the lawn was pretty flat. 

 

He started near the house and was working his way away from it.  After he got a certain distance, Sophia got in the bath and enjoyed the buoyant and warm waters of her tub.  The tub was a modern fixture, slightly longer than most, with enough room for two seated facing each other if they didn’t mind being a little cozy.  I watched Sophia in the tub as she dowsed a sponge across her nipples, squeezing the water across her chest.  Her legs swayed side to side creating a current that forced the water between her legs.  She played apparently oblivious to my camera.  She was teasing herself and working up her sexual energy.  I don’t think she had an orgasm even when she rapidly cupped her hand in a motion that moved the water even faster against her clit. 

 

Brian, meanwhile, was finishing the lawn in record time.  Sophia had finished her bath and was drying herself (with the door open to the bathroom, I might add) when Brian came through for a drink.  The bathroom door opened into the hall and wasn’t directly visible from the path to the kitchen but Sophia stepped out into the hall when she heard Brian come in.  Holding the towel loosely in front of her, she asked, “Are you all done?” 

“No,” he responded with a lump in his throat as he looked over at her naked body.  While the towel hid the most sacred spots, he could see the flesh all down both sides of her body attesting to her nakedness and the idea that the towel might slip made it difficult for Brian to get out the rest of his sentence, “I just needed something to drink.  Is it OK?”

“Absolutely.  A hot one isn’t it?  You look like you have worked up quite a sweat there, young man.”  She liked the effect that calling him a young man had. 

 

Soon Brian was back finishing the lawn.  Sophia had put on her t-shirt and her thong but did not bother with her shorts.  She quickly rinsed the tub and reloaded it with slightly cooler water this time.  She had just finished filling the tub when Brain returned.  He stood at the doorway and announced that he was done.  She stood before him in her t-shirt and her thong.  The t-shirt came down about halfway down her rounded ass.  Brian stood seeming to try to catch his breath.  “Is it silly for a woman off my age to wear a thong?  I really need a young man’s opinion.”  Sophia raised the t-shirt so that Brian could see the entire front of her thong.  Then she turned and did a pirouette.  I watched Brian’s face almost fall to the floor and had to laugh at his reaction.  Sophia was a beautiful woman and her ass was nearly perfect but I thought Brian was going to scream as his face scrunched up and stared at her behind. 

 

“What do you think?” she asked again.  “It looks OK,” he replied.  “Just OK?”  “Better than OK,” he said.  “Do you think it is sexy on me?”  “Yes,” he gulped out. 

 

“So do you want something to drink?” she said as she walked away into the kitchen.  “Some more water.”  He stayed where he was and used his hand to wrench the fabric around his member and resettle its position.  When he was done I could see it even at this distance over the monitor.  It was big and stiff and sticking up in his pants at a position equal to about two o’clock.  It didn’t look like it would fit in his pants at a twelve o’clock position since at two it ran all the way up to his belt. 

 

She returned with his water and told him that he must have lost a lot of water in the heat today and that she said the best thing for him would be to soak in a tub of cooling water.  She explained that she had just run a fresh tub for him and that he could take off his clothes in the bathroom.  He hesitated and seemed a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to get his personal sponge bath.   “No I should really be getting home, but thanks anyway.”  Sophia was not going to let him escape.  She grabbed him by the waist and led him toward the bathroom.  “I will not take no for an answer!”  and she bullied him into the bathroom.  “Now get in there,” she said, “and don’t make me beat you.”  They both laughed sharing glances.

 

She left and he closed the door, took off his clothes, folded them neatly on the shelf in bathroom and lowered himself into the tub.  The temperature was just right – warmer than room temperature but not hot.  He still had a hard on and it stood straight up poking its head out of the water.  He was beginning to relax and he started to lie back in the tub when suddenly the door opened and in walked Sophia.  He sat up startled and cupped his hands over his cock in an attempt to hide it.  “I promised you a bath and a bath I will give you” she announced.  “But you can’t keep your hands like that if I am going to wash you.  Do you want me to cover you up?  I can do it if you want, but it makes no difference to me.  It looks like you should be proud of what you have.  Let me see it,” she said and she moved his hands away with hers, actually grabbed his cock in one of her hands and moved it from side to side, carefully inspecting it.

 

“Yes, Brian, you can be very proud of this tool.  I’ll bet all of the girls have told you that already.  Haven’t they?”  She looked into his eyes and could see his doubt and fear.  “Let me tell you, Brian, I have seen a lot of cocks in my day, and this one (she moved it to one side to emphasize her words) is one gorgeous specimen of masculinity.  Wait until the word gets around your college campus, the girls will come running to see it.”  She paused, still holding his cock in her hand.  “You’re not still a virgin, are you?”  She said it in a soft and sympathetic tone.  “No, no,” he said.  But she told him she could tell that he was lying.

 

As she said this to him, her hand wrapped itself around his cock and began sliding up and down in the water along its length.  “Do you like this Brian?  Do you want me to stop it?”  A murmur but not an objection.   Slowly she moved her hand up and down.  “Do you want me to make you cum, Brian?”  No response.  She grabbed a bar of soap that had been soaking in water since this morning.  It was the soap with the cold cream in it.  She lathered both of her hands and returned to stoking his cock.  The soap now made her hands slide more easily.  She stroked him with one hand and with the other moved it under his balls cupping them, softly spreading the soap over them and below his balls in that little area between his balls and his asshole.  She used both hands around his cock and started to stroke him faster.  He was loosing control now arching his back and humping into her hands.  She sued one hand to pull the skin down tight around his cock.  I could tell because while the water was beginning to get sudsy, the top of his circumcised cock was protruding and the tightness could be seen in the skin attached to it.  While this hand remained still pulling his skin, her other hand began rubbing faster and faster around the sensitive spot just below his head.  He tried to keep up but could not thrust as fast as she could use her hands.

 

The whole time this was going on, she was talking to him in a low sexy voice.  “Oh you like that, don’t you?  How is that?  Is this good?  What a big cock you have Brian?  I can just imagine how wonderful this would feel in my pussy.  Or maybe in my mouth.”  Just as she lowered her head to get near his cock, the first spurt jumped, flying at light speed and caught Sophia just above her eye.  She continued to lean forward, unfazed and opened her mouth to catch the second spurt.  He hands continued to work rapidly as he shot five of six times in rapid succession.  Then she slowed her strokes but kept him enwrapped.  Slowly she helped him spurt off two or three more shots.  She took some of these in her mouth and she enjoyed the fresh taste of this young boy.  Other spurts surrounded her face, closed one eye and hung off of her face as only cum can.

 

She reached over and wiped her face off with a towel.  Brian looked uncomfortable not quite sure what to do.  She looked at him very pleased while the towel cleaned her face.  He finally stuttered, “I’m so sorry Mrs. Williams.”  “I think you can call me Sophia, now.  Don’t be sorry.  I expected that and I’m too good not to get what I expect.  Now you relax while I wash you.”  She found a sponge and began to wash him in the tub like nothing happened.  He laid back and enjoyed her gently stroking.  She patiently washed him, then dried him while he stood.  She told him to just relax and she would do all the work.  As she dried between his legs, he began to respond to her touch with blood again flowing into his member.  He seemed less self conscious about it now.

 

She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom instructing him to lie on the bed.  She told him that he was still a virgin but that he probably didn’t want to go off to college that way.  If he wanted she would teach him a few things.  Show him a few things and break his cherry in the process.  Brian was just being quiet and she took that to mean “go ahead”.  I could hear what was being said through the ventilation system and I could see him laid out in the bed on my computer.  I watched s Sophia took off her t-shirt.  She got on the bed and straddled him.  “Touch my breasts, Brian.  Excite me with your touch.”

 

He reached up and took both of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and squeezed them both hard.  “Ouch.  Brian, that is a bit too hard.  Just use your fingers and circle the nipples.  Yes that’s better.  Yes, I like that much better than squeezing them hard.  Try holding my beasts in your hand like you were holding a football without touching the nipples.  Now squeeze gently.  Yes.  See how my nipples are all hard now.”

 

“Now I want you to lick them.  Just use your tongue for now. That feels very nice Brian.  It’s making my pussy wet.  It’s like there is a direct line to my pussy pump which pumps out juice for your cock to slide into.” 

 

“Now it’s my turn to lie down, Brian and I want you to sit up and take off my panties. Do you like these panties any better now?  Do you think they’re sexy?”  She wriggled out of her thong as he pulled them off of her hips.  I could see that she was enjoying showing herself to this young boy and her body spread itself open in front of him.  “Now I want you to take a close look at my pussy, Brian.  Have you ever seen a pussy before?”  He nodded, then gulped as he moved down the bed so his face was closer to her pussy.  She took both of her hands and pulled her shaven lips apart exposing her swollen clit and the pink of her innermost lips. 

 

“See how there’s two sets of lips around my pussy.  See how thick this part is right now.  It isn’t always that thick.  You’ve caused that to happen by getting me excited.  Put your finger in there and find my pussy hole.”  He inserted his finger and would up a bit too high.  “Just a little lower. Yes,” she started a bit as he found and penetrated her hole.  “That’s right, Brian.   Now can you feel the bumps just at the opening – around the entrance?  That’s right.  Yes.  Move in a slow circle like that. Oh that drives me crazy.”  She just moaned while he continued to press one finger in a circle around her entrance. 

 

While I couldn’t see I imagined her vagina loosening as it does when I do that.  I noticed that I wasn’t feeling jealous at all but that I was enjoying seeing her excited and manipulating this poor young boy.  I had taken my cock out of my pants and I was playing with it and while I watched the computer I leaned toward the vent so I could her each of her words.  Her voice was firm, not loud but directive like a patient teacher should be.  She was still holding her lips open with her own hands.

 

“That’s wonderful, Brian.  What a good lover you will make.  Do you know where my clit is?”  He hesitated.  “Right here,” she said as she used one hand to just barely touch the tip.  “Now this part of a woman is very, very sensitive and requires special care.  Do you want me to show you how to please a woman by exciting her clitoris?”  He nodded, still shy although the two of them were completely nude.  “First put your hands where mine are and hold open the lips like I have can you do that.  Pull my lips a little farther apart.  Yes.  Now lower your face to my clit and get your tongue nice and wet for me.  The clit needs lots of moisture.  Lick some moisture on it slowly.  Wow.  That is perfect Brian.  Do another like that – real slow.”

  

“OK, that was just a little hard.  Each woman is different so sometimes you have to try different things.  I really like it when someone licks just one side of my clit, almost beside it.  That’s close, Brian, but a little more to the side.  OH YES.  That’s it.  Now I love it when you start slow and increase the speed just a little bit each time.  YES.  YES.”  She was wiggling her hips making it hard for Brian but he was doing his best to stay with her.  She was screaming now and I had no trouble telling that she was having an orgasm. In fact, I was pumping along with her and about to explode myself.

 

Brian was trying to keep licking her and in the process became a bit rough – his inexperience showing – but it was too late for Sophia.  He could have been biting her or punching her and she still would have orgasmed.  It was massive too and one where she had to pull his head away to stop the sensations although he body gave her a couple of waves of rushes even after the catalyst was removed. 

 

As she began to gasp and return to reality, Brian spoke for almost the first time, “Did I hut you?”  Sophia was overcome by the gentleness of the young man in her bed she took him in her arms and squeezed him – a grateful warm hug.  “Brian, you were terrific.  That was just an outstanding orgasm.  The best I’ve ever had.”  She looked up to the camera, her face hidden on his shoulder and winked at me.  “When a woman gets really, really excited it just all gets too much to handle and you have to have it stop immediately.  But if you didn’t notice, (she chuckled) I had a huge orgasm.  You are such a terrific lover, Brian.”

 

“But there is still one thing,” Sophia said.

“What’s that?”

“Why, you are still technically a virgin!  And we can’t have you going off to college that way, can we?  Do you want to fuck me, Brian?”  She put a certain emphasis on saying “fuck me.”  It was in her low sexy voice.  It got to me and I’m sure Brian was ready too.  I could see his young cock standing straight up pointing toward his chin.  I had actually thought that maybe I would wait until Brian was gone so I could get sloppy seconds on my best gal but hearing her and watching her lie back and spread her legs open, I began to rub my own cock in earnest now.  I watched as Sophia helped lead his cock into her pussy.  She was whispering to him now and I could barely hear what she said.  Something about “using her.”

 

Well it didn’t take Brian long to cum.  He put his cock inside of her and once he started moving in and out he lost all perspective and control.  Even though it was his second orgasm of the day, he pumped away like a maniac for a minute or two before exploding inside of Sophia.  She kissed him on his face and neck and caressed his back with her hands.  As he came she grabbed his ass and pulled him tight.  Soon he lay motionless on top of her, still inside her.

 

I was so close.  So hot.  I leaned away from the vent and called my house on my cell phone.  I watched as Sophia answered the phone without even a slight movement from Brian.  “I am so hot.” I said.  “You loved getting your little virgin, didn’t you?  (Un Huh, she said) You loved teaching him. (Uh Huh) You broke that young man’s cherry and he will always remember you for it.  (I hope.)  OH,” I said trying to be so quiet.  I exploded just as I heard her say, “OK hon, I’ll see you later.  Remember life is a journey.  Have a nice trip.”  

 

This story starts with Parts 1 and 2.  If you have not read them yet, refer to Rush’s Table of Contents.

The manager called the three contestants up on the stage one at a time, and after a few comments to the crowd he announced ‘L’ as the winner.  “Catch them for a lap dance if they are willing,” he said rather lewdly.  “And ‘L’ will be back to do another dance for us later.”  The crowd cheered.  Danielle joined Ellen at her table with Adam and the guys.  She had come alone, and after their moments of rushed pleasure in the dressing room, a special bond had silently developed between the girls.  Adam had a tequila drink ready for Ellen and, she made quick work of it offering the last third to Danielle.  Adam ordered two more drinks for the girls.  The waitress was very attentive to Adam.  He always seemed to have a way of taking over any place they went into. 

 

Ellen hadn’t been seated for five minutes when someone came over and asked if she would give him a lap dance.  “I need to rest for a minute,” she said brushing him off.  “What do you think, Adam, are lap dances out of the question?”  He looked at her with his calm cool blue eyes and smiled, “No, I think you should do some lap dances.  After all we don’t come here every day.” 

 

Ellen’s breath skipped a beat.  She could feel the warm moist area between her legs signaling her excitement.  Adam asked her a few questions about what she liked, was she turned on, and who her favorites were.  He was genuinely enjoying the fact that she was going crazy with excitement.  Ellen marveled at his lack of jealousy and the way he was able to share her body with other men.  She loved this part of him, and silently promised to herself that she would return the favor to him as soon as she could.

 

Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see Mr. Rich asking her for a lap dance.  With a quick nod to Adam she took his outstretched hand and followed him to the V.I.P. area.  Mr. Rich, she thought, has done this before.  The V.I.P. area, in spite of the fancy name, was merely a section of 10 private booths along the back wall that was corded off with velvet ropes. The booths were each walled on three sides and had a heavy curtain in front.  Inside there was a padded bench with a back that went from one side to the other.  It was big enough for two to sit but Mr. Rich sat in the middle.

 

He introduced himself. Coincidently his name was Rich. “Don’t call me Dick” he said. He asked her if she had ever done a lap dance before, and she said no.  Rich explained the rules of the club to her pretty much along the same lines as the manager had described them.  She thought this was very nice of him.  It seemed like he didn’t want to get her in any trouble.  The music started and Ellen stood in front of him swaying to the music.  It wasn’t terribly sexual; just normal club dancing.  Suddenly, the curtain swung open and a man peeked in.  The suddenness of it caused Ellen to release scream.  He left as quickly as he came in.  Rich explained that he was there to keep a count on who was doing shows and that he would show up at the start of each song.  He also made sure that no one went too far.

 

Rich asked Ellen to take off her tube top and her skirt.  In the rush before she went back on stage, she did not take the time to put on her bra or her black panties.  She removed the pieces as he asked and stood before him in only her g string and high heels.  She danced before him much slower than the beat of the music, barely moving her hips in front of him.  As she swayed slowly she tried to move her hips in a sexually suggestive way.  It seemed to capture his attention. 

 

Rich was kind of an average looking guy but there were clear signs of success in his life.  His clothes were nicely fitted, and he had the physique of someone who worked out regularly.  His muscles weren’t bulging but his waist was trim and his chest and shoulders seemed to be proportioned nicely for his somewhat large frame.  His dark black hair was cut short and added to his professional appearance.  Ellen could imagine marrying a man like him; someone who seemed comfortable with himself.

 

Rich asked Ellen if he could suggest a few moves.  “Anything you would like,” she said.  “It’s your nickel.”  He first told her to straddle his knee and then put her hands on the wall behind him.  The he told her to rub her knee against the inside of his thigh.  Ellen leaned on the wall and moved her leg along the inside of his thigh all the way to his crotch being gentle when she reached his balls.  She looked at his crotch as she did this and she could see some stirring going on in his pants.  Then he asked her to rub her crotch against his knee.  Ellen had to crouch a bit to do this, but liked having her crotch pushed against his slacks.  She was probably leaving a moisture trail along his tan pressed slacks.

 

Rich continued to suggest positions for Ellen.  He had her turn her back to him and bend her ass into and onto his crotch.  When she did this she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pant leg.  It was positioned running down along the inside of his left leg, but was straining to stick up.  She moved her ass back and forth in his lap.  His legs were open and she was rubbing his cock with the side of her hip.  He had her put both of her knees on the bench beside him straddling his lap.  She lowered her pussy to his lap and ran it up and down ignoring the rhythm of the song.  Both of them were very aware that her small naked breasts were right in front of his face.  Her nipples had been hard all night.  Now they were pointing directly into his eyes.

 

The song ended and she started to get off of his lap.  “Please I will take another song.”  His voice was slightly meek, almost pleading.  She realized that this poor man was as turned on as she was.  Maybe more so.  Then he added, “In fact, I want a number of songs if that is all right with you.”  She reminded him that it would cost him $20 per song.  He said he would be willing to double her pay with tips if she lived up to his expectations.  If she needed any more motivation (which she didn’t) that provided it.  

 

Another song started. The curtain flashed behind her and she turned too late to see very much of the peeking man.  However, she noticed a man outside the booth sitting at a table beyond the rope trying to look in at them.  Rich asked her to stand for a minute and when she did, he reached into his pants and moved his cock around.  She watched intently as he moved his hard tubular member so that it was aligned with his zipper.  It was certainly big enough to be easily seen, even in the darkness of the curtained room.  There was something about watching him so obviously that tickled her. 

 

She returned to her last position with her breasts in front of his face, her knees on the bench straddling him and her crotch over his zipper.  This time she could feel his member rubbing through his pants and her g string.  She moved slowly along its length opening her own lips with its hardness.  His eyes closed.  She pushed her breasts forward and her nipples poked his closed eyes.  He quickly opened them and she backed off, but kept her nipples within an inch of his face.  She leaned back and put her hands on his shoulders, feeling every inch of his cock in her crotch.  He moaned softly, “I love it when you touch me with your hands.”  She was a bit surprised, but ran her hands down from his shoulder and across his chest.  He moaned and she could feel his hips move under her pussy.  Ellen undid one of the buttons of his shirt and moved her hand inside.  He seemed to love this as she touched his skin and rolled her fingers over his nipples.  She rolled her hips while she did this.

 

She could sense that her torso was getting a little heavy on his cock, so Ellen moved her feet to the floor. She pressed her breasts against his chest and slid down his body as she lowered her knees to the rugged floor.  When her knees almost reached the floor her breasts lay in his lap.  She pressed her tits against his bulging member as she went the last foot to the floor.  Her hands were on his knee and she moved them up along his thighs, slowly toward his mounded lap.  She looked into his eyes from her position on the ground between his legs.  He was looking down at her, almost in a dream state, but with a sense of anticipation.  Closer she inched toward his member.  Knowing there was still time before the song ended, she ran her thumbs up against the edges of his stiffened cock.  Up along its edges she went.  Then Ellen positioned both hands right on top of his member as she slid them down its length slowly.  She watched him as he groaned and smiled.  His legs squeezed her sides.  Her hands kept moving down his thighs and away from his most sensitive area.  She watched his reaction to see if he would be frustrated, anxious or pissed off but he looked pleasantly teased as he stretched like a cat waking up and had the Cheshire grin to match.

 

She ran her hands up again along the tops of his thighs across his abdomen to his hips.  Coming back down however, her hands again met in the middle and slowly traced the hardness of his member. His face was a reflection of his excruciating pleasure.  He seemed to be enjoying the tease and was not in a hurry to cum.  It occurred to Ellen how she could drain this man of every dollar he had by keeping him in this state.  Rich most certainly wasn’t ready to quit.  She stood up straddled one of his knees, put her hands against the wall and, put her knee into his crotch.  She moved it slowly in long strokes. She felt in complete control as the music stopped.  Along with her excitement she loved the feeling of power that she had over this man.

 

Ellen asked him how he was doing and if he was ready to quit.  “I’d like to keep going,” he said.  “But, I’m losing track of how many songs, so let me pay you now for what we have done.”  He reached into his pocket and took out $100.  As she took it from him, she wondered what she would do for change because she had left her money with Adam.  Then Rich handed her another $20 and told her to keep the change as a tip.  Wow she thought.  He will be spending a lot of money on me.  As the next song started, Ellen knew she wanted to please this man completely. 

 

She leaned forward and put her breasts in front of his face.  Rich seemed like a very disciplined student and didn’t move. He allowed her to dance with her breasts coming within a few inches of his face.  Simultaneously her knee was in his crotch.  Light came into the room as the curtain was opened again, but this time Ellen didn’t respond to it or turn around.  She waited a minute for the potential swaying to die down. She deliberately placed her breast against Rich’s face.  Yes, she thought, it was a violation of the rules, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t get caught.  He was startled at first, but soon realized that she was deliberately offering her tit to him.  He eagerly sucked on it; sucking then releasing her nipple from the grasp of his mouth then licking and sucking again.  “Nice,” she thought as her nipple got very hard and long.

 

She let him suck one then the other breast.  While he was doing this, she undid a few more buttons on his shirt. She reached inside touching his bare flesh with her fingertips and palms.  He loved her touch and, with more buttons undone she could get both hands in and around most of his upper torso.  She removed her breasts from his face and leaned her head against his.  She kissed him on the side of his face and the side of his neck.  She whispered in his ear, “You can touch me if you want, as long as we don’t get caught.”   Her hands had moved to his shoulders and now she moved them down along the sides of his arms encouraging him to wrap them around her.  She felt his hands touch her thighs just below her ass.  His cool hands felt good and sent a tingle through her body.

 

She lowered herself, kissing his open chest. Rather than go to the floor as she had done before, she only bent over.  Then, she straightened up and turned around, placing her ass in his lap. In his lap was an overturned hull of a boat and, she had a perfect crease for it to rock back and forth in.  She loved the feeling of his hardness running along her ass. His hands were on her hips and, after a few minutes he began to take more control of the rocking rhythm.  She let him dictate the pace by rocking her hips while she kept her balance by pressing her hands against each side of the booth.

 

She bent forward to make more contact with her only slightly covered slit.  She could do this for hours she thought. Could he?  It worried her that he might be getting too close to orgasm, so she stopped the contact and turned around to face him.  He was a mess.  His shirt was open, his hair was mussed and he looked like he was beginning to get a little desperate for an orgasm.  She was concerned about the song ending, so she straddled him. She sat on his lap but didn’t move. Ellen could feel that her pussy was wet and her lips were swollen.  She gently began straightening Rich’s hair and, without redoing any of the buttons, closed his shirt.  He was breathing hard and began to catch his breath.  He showed no signs of anger or irritability, which surprised her. He’s probably had a hard on now for the past 3 hours and a raging one for 40 minutes, she thought.  The song ended.

 

“Had enough?” she asked, then added “I don’t want to break anything.”  “Not quite,” he replied, his voice cracking a bit.  He was an interesting man she thought.  Shy, quiet, disciplined and rich.  All the qualities that one looks for in a man.  The next song started and Rich had enough sense to remove his hands from her legs and put his hands back down on the bench.  Ellen knew this would probably be the last song.  Adam would be worrying.  She began to rub her bottom along his lap again.  Looking up toward the ceiling she was actually more conscious of how it felt to her than to him.  From this angle, she could feel his member along her entire slit right up to clit.  She had to tilt her hips as she rocked to get the full force across her clit.  Her pussy was dripping moisture.

 

While she was rocking she felt the curtain swish and felt the flash of light.  Just in time she thought as she pressed forward and leaned into Rich in order to get the full force of him against her clit.  The angle was such that her breasts were just below his chin, their heads resting against one another like two lovers.  Her soft hot breath loudly blowing across his ear and down into the nape of his neck.  “You know, much more of this and I might just cum,” she whispered to him.  “Please do,” he responded and, then added, “Do you want me to finger you?”  “Oh, please. Yes.”  She repositioned herself.  With both of her knees on the bench, one between his legs one hand on the wall, her legs were open allowing him to easily reach her pussy with one hand.  She could easily reach her hand across his lap and over his member, too and she did just that.

 

She was now straight forwardly masturbating him although it was through the thickness of his jeans.  In return he was doing the same to her.  Of course, all she had on was her g string.  She could feel Rich’s gentle finger tips rolling softly though her soaked little patch of cloth.  He remained on the outside of the material, but it felt wonderful when he was working around her clitoral area.  She was simultaneously rubbing his mound with her hand and leaning her head forward nuzzling his neck.  She did not want to kiss him on the lips.  A few kisses on his neck and cheek would suffice. Kissing him on the lips seemed too intimate, she thought, aware of the massive irony.

 

Gawd his fingers felt good.  Ellen was having a hard time concentrating on what she was doing and had to draw a little deeper to keep her focus.  As she became more focused on him – rubbing near the top of his cock with the bottom of her palm in a small circle – she could feel him lose his concentration on her.  But, like she did, he seemed to get it back.  They went back and forth like this from feeling great to ecstatic, from being in control to out of it, for most of the song.  He had explored her ass, grabbing it hard while she sat and rubbed on his wrist.  He ran his thumb along the length of her lips; up and down a number of times even to her brown hole underneath her.  He ran small circles around her clit and scratched the material over it with his fingertip, rubbing it quickly, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm.  She pulled down hard on the material covering his member getting some movement of his foreskin.  She traced a nurturing hand along the entire length.  She pressed her palm on his most sensitive area and rubbed the material in circles over it.  Finally she pulled down his zipper and reached inside leaving just the soft cotton fabric of his shorts between the fingers of her hand and his stiff, hard, fleshy cock. 

 

Boxers or briefs she wondered just before she heard the song ended. A curse escaped her lips as she repositioned herself to sitting facing him on his lap.  In this position her ass covered the fact that he was now unzipped.  He grasped her legs behind her knees, which were both resting on the bench, and pulled her close rather tightly.  Pulling at her was a way for him to release a little tension.  They were both on the verge of an orgasm and as the new song started they had to wait for the checker.  Ellen began rocking on his hips and rubbing her crotch and his member together.  Doing this was keeping her excitement high as well as his.  Where was the damn checker, she thought?  She had to calm down and await his intrusion, but she wanted to just keep going.  She bounced on Rich in a futile attempt to calm herself. 

 

Suddenly the curtain moved and the usual flash of light seemed to hesitate for a while.  She completely stopped moving for a second and the light disappeared.  Oh thank god.  She looked down at Rich.  She smiled and he had a serious puppy dog look on his face.  She lifted off, slid over and returned to the position she had before the music stopped. Her breasts wound up in a different spot right near his mouth.  He started simultaneously to suck on her tit and rub her g string again while she reached inside his pants and found his waiting cock.  It didn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips and, Ellen slowed it down just a bit.  She wanted a minute to concentrate on her own orgasm before she let him squirt.  She paused her thinking and felt him sucking and rubbing.  He sensed her need and began to focus exclusively on her clit.  Yes that’s it, she thought, that’s it.  YES! She had an explosive release.  She bucked and she could feel the juices let go beneath her and her legs wobbled a slight bit.  It was still throbbing away like waves at a beach when she returned to concentrate on rubbing him.  It took a few long slow strokes to get his hips moving and then she sped up her motion, rubbing quickly over the cotton material.  Her legs were clasped around his thigh and her pussy gave her one more pulse just as he arched and began to shoot his load into his pants.  She continued to rub him, slowing down and pulling harder to coincide with his hip thrusts.  Even when it appeared he had finished ejaculating she continued to caress his cock and even reached below to lift his balls.

 

There was plenty of time left in this song for them to clean up and for Ellen to get dressed.  Rich gave her another $100 bill. Ellen wished it was smaller bills because she was a little afraid of what Adam might think happened when she showed him how much she got paid for her “dancing.”  She kissed Rich on the cheek and they left the private booth.  He headed for the door worried whether his pants looked wet. She found her way back to Adam’s table alone.

Ellen heard the announcement and it made her jump.  She quickly downed the rest of her drink as though the half a glass of tequila would help her through this.  Seemingly from out of no where two other girls joined her in the march to dressing room.  Every guy focused on the girls and as Ellen weaved her way between the tightly packed tables she felt her ass brush up against some of the boys.  She didn’t think it was accidental.  A few made comments either to her or to the other members of their tables about her.  She couldn’t make any of the comments out over the music but she could sense the leering lusty attitudes of all the guys.  After all, they were all heated up from watching the regular girls.  She wondered how many hardons there were in the audience. 

 

Stepping into the dressing room she was amazed at how nice if seemed.  There was a row of chairs facing mirrors with a couple of couches on the opposite wall.  There was even a sink.  It was a long narrow room and at the far end there were a few steps that led to a small platform with a curtain to the stage.  She looked at the other two amateurs.  She was surprised that she had not seen them before but then she was distracted by the twins show.  They were both fairly good looking and they both looked very nervous.  She asked them if they had ever done this before and both said no.  They introduced themselves as they waited for the manager. 

 

When the manager arrived he wasted little time.  Each girl would have three songs.  Start fully dressed and get down to your underwear by the end of the first song; bra off for the second song; and everything off in the last song.  Rough guidelines he said.  Does anyone want to back out?  The three girls looked at each other but said nothing.  The manger: you get to keep your tips and the most popular girl wins $250 and comes out for one additional set of three songs.  The guys are not allowed to touch you except to put a dollar in your garter.  Absolutely no touching above the garter.  You may touch them, but if they touch you and you allow it you will be disqualified.  Also, no masturbating on the stage.  You may touch your tits and put your hand on your pussy but no penetration and no rubbing your clit.  Any questions?  A silent pause.  Good luck.  Then he left.

 

There was a moment of confusion when the girls decided what order they would go in.  Ellen wound up last.  She was kind of glad because it gave her more time but then she wondered if she would get more nervous.  She was watching through the open curtain to the stage.  The first girl was dark, Mediterranean looking and voluptuous without being over weight.  The boys responded well to her and cheered when she took off her bra exposing her large plump breasts.  She was awkward though.  Not really a good dancer. And she left a lot of tips in the audience when she finished.  She didn’t seem to have the ability to move around quickly and pick up the money. 

 

Soon it was the second girl’s chance and she was so nervous that she was shaking.  She stayed positioned at the back side of the stage up against the full wall mirror that covered the back of the stage.  She was wearing a blouse that buttoned down the front and she would slowly open each button and dancing in between.  She was ignoring the guys sitting at the rail who were holding dollars for her.  By the end of the first song she had opened all of the buttons of her blouse and had flashed a few times but had taken nothing off. 

 

As the second song began the crowd began to encourage her.  A chorus of ‘take it off’ started softly and grew in volume and intensity.  For some reason Ellen found this very exciting.  That all of these guys men and boys wanted to see a naked woman.  But the girl on stage continued to tease.  She opened her blouse and held her bra covered breasts in her hands.  She swayed to the music.  The chant continued and as she opened the belt to her jeans and undid the top button, it seemed like everyone in the place was chanting.  Take it off.  Suddenly Ellen realized that the girl looked terrified and as the chanting continued it seemed to make her feel more scared.  She stopped and just stood there for a moment with her blouse open and the top of her jeans undone. 

 

A moan came from the audience and the chant began again but more insistently.  The girl suddenly broke into tears and ran off the stage almost falling down the stairs into the dressing room.  She slumped into one of the couches and sobbed.  Ellen went over put her arms around her comforting her.  “I just can’t do it,” she said.  Outside the dressing room you could hear another chant rising.  “We want tits.  We want tits.”  The DJ tried to calm them down and announced that the next girl was ready, “so let’s welcome “L” to the stage.  It was Ellen’s turn and there was no turning back.

 

She marched out on to the stage in a deliberate strut.  The chant gave way to an overwhelming cheer.  She strutted around the perimeter of the stage looking down at each of the guys seated at the edge of the stage.  She loved the cheers and the response the boys were giving her.  She moved to the center and swayed her hips deliberately with the music, pounding them to each side.  More cheers and she could see the money being raised up for her.  She marched over to one end of the semicircle where a young man about 22 had a dollar raised in her direction.  She turned around right in front of him and bent over so he could clearly see her black panties from behind. Then turning back toward him she reached out taking his money and dipping her breasts in close to him.

 

She started moving down the line, squatting in front of one man, opening her legs to the next, letting one put his dollar into her garter while she stared down at him, his eyes fixated on her panties.  When she got to the middle she turned her back to the audience and began to remove her tube top.  A few whistles went up and she changed her mind.  She turned back to the audience and with her hands on her hips she bumped a few rhythms with her hips.  Afraid that they might have a repeat the crowd quickly went into chant mode: take it off.  Ellen crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and lifted it over her head in one swift movement.  A cheer went up.

 

Ellen realized she had them eating out of her hand.  That they liked what they saw.  It gave her a warm feeling all over and made her pussy run with her juices.  She looked over to Adam’s table and while looking from Adam to Zeke to Jimmy, she slipped her thumbs inside the elastic waistband and lowered her skirt to the floor.  Each was encouraging her and she could tell from the lustful look in their eyes that they were all hard.  That was exciting she thought. 

 

Now in her black panties, see though black bra and garter she moved to the opposite end of the circle and started to collect her tips.  She primarily just put her leg out and let the guys put the dollar into her garter.  Moving down the line from guy to guy each seemed to be willing to contribute.  As she stood over them she would look lustfully into each boy’s eyes and touch herself somewhere for them.  Sometimes she would hold her breast in one hand.  Sometimes she would run her finger over her nipple.  Sometimes she would run her hand all around her hip and across her belly.  And sometimes she would place her hand over her black panties and run it slowly up while she looked deeply into their eyes.  The boys were touching her leg and many were caressing it a little.   She liked their touches and once she deliberately moved the garter higher up on her leg from a position of mid thigh to a position much closer to her panties.

 

She could feel the crowd getting closer.  Men came up behind those sitting at the stage and offered their dollars in between those who were seated.  Ellen was beginning to get very turned on.  Her insecurities about how she would do had melted away even as her dancing gave way to some sort of sexual movement around the edge of the stage.  Her legs were even shaking a bit.  She stepped back from the edge for a minute and removed her high heels.  Her legs were still shaking and she knew it was from being excited.  Could there be anything hotter than to be surrounded by a bunch of men who all desired her.  She knew she would be naked in front of all of them soon and she thought she almost couldn’t wait to have an orgasm.

 

The song ended.  She was amazed how long a song it was.  But that was her cue to disappear back behind the curtain to remove her bra. The girl from before was still there and seemed to be calm.  “How are you doing?”  “Oh I’m fine now.  Boy you sure have them eating out of your hand.  You are making me hot watching you.”

 

Her bra was off now and the next song had started.  The crowd was chanting, “We want ‘L’.”  She came back onto stage with her naked breasts held and covered by her hands.  She slowly walked around the edge of the stage looking at all the men who had gathered there. You could almost see their tongues hanging out.  She went to her favorite young man.  He was handsome and seemed completely in lust with her.  She knelt in front of him and took her hands off of her breasts reaching for his hand.  She held his hand for a moment in a very tender way and she removed the dollar between his fingers.  Then she quickly put the bill under her garter and returned her hands to her breasts.  She looked around for next most popular man and repeated this action a few times.

 

Then she returned to the middle of the stage, let her breasts hang free for everyone to see and danced.  Then stopped dancing and rubbed her hands up along her sides continuing until she reached her breasts.  She lifted each of her tiny breasts and brought her hands across her nipples.  Her nipples which were set in small reddish brown areolas were tight and taut.  That they were hard could be seen by people at the far end of the bar.  Her tits weren’t much but when her nipples got hard boy did they stand out.  And the guys loved them. They cheered and whistled as she touched them.  It felt good to Ellen to touch them and so she stood there for a few minutes looking into the audience and touching her naked nipples while they whooped and hollered at her. 

 

She saw Adam and he was smiling and hooting with everyone else.  She turned her back on the audience and slipped her panties down revealing her tiny g string.  Off course there wasn’t much to reveal of the g string from the back and her cute little ass was now fully exposed.  She moved closer to the mirror a bit and leaned into it bending her ass toward the audience.  Steadying herself with one hand on the mirror she took the other hand and traced a line from her ass to her clit.  Only a few could see her finger touch her clit in the mirror but she did it mostly for herself anyway.  A couple of traces, then back to collecting money.

 

She realized that there was too much money to collect.  Too many men holding too many dollars.  Almost all the spaces between the seated men were now filled with other guys from the table trying to get her attention.  She spotted Zeke.  How could you miss his enormous frame towering over a young man seated in front of him?  Ellen walked over to where he was took his dollar and thrusting her hips at him with her legs slightly apart, she traced her finger along the front of her g string.  She looked at him but he was only looking wide eyed at her fingertip as it spread her swollen lips under the cover of her tiny cloth patch.

 

People where trying to get her attention and she spotted one man holding up a $10 bill.  She quickly left Zeke to his imaginings and walked quite deliberately over to the seated man with the big bill.  First she rubbed her breasts and her nipples.  She took the bill from him and then sat down on the floor in front of him and spread her legs before him.  She took her g string in her hand and moved it aside to show him her clean shaven pussy.  He liked that so much he actually threw another ten dollars at her!

 

Ellen decided that she would simply operate from the floor for a while.  By rolling over she could move herself a few seats over and she started to work the collection this way.  She would spread her legs and let the boy reach up under her garter while she squeezed and played with her naked nipples.  Some of the boys were getting a bit daring in their touches but with the extra crowd around and her lying on the stage, she was sure the manager or the DJ couldn’t see what was going on.

 

The song ended and she stood up again.  It was time to remove her g string.  Her garter belt was packed with singles and so she emptied that out as well.  As she moved to the middle of the stage, she noticed the other girl was watching her intently from the open curtain to the dressing room.  She moved over to her, “Do you want to take this off for me,” Ellen asked her.  “Yes,” she replied breathlessly.  “Then come out here and do it.”  When she came onto the stage there was a smattering of boos and hisses.  But Ellen whispered something in her ear and then stood forward facing the audience.  The girl got in behind her bent down so her face was near Ellen’s ass.  For a moment it looked like she was hiding behind Ellen.  Then her hands reached around in front and from Ellen’s hips began rolling the g string off of her. 

 

The crowd went wild. They loved the idea.  And Ellen just defiantly stood and looked at her audience.  Lots of talking back and forth between them.  The girl was slowly pulling the g string off.  (It was a bit moist after all.  Soaking would be more accurate.)  The crowd cheered again as Ellen stepped out of it.  The girl behind her stood up and Ellen turned to her, thanked her and then surprised everyone by kissing her fully on the lip.  The crowd erupted again. My god, thought Ellen, I am so excited.  She turned around again as the girl left the stage.  It seemed as though every man in the place was trying to get at the stage.  She calmly looked them over gazing from one end to the other while she stood there stark naked in front of them.  Inside her heart was pounding and her knees were weak.

 

She looked over to her rich man and sure enough he was holding another ten.  That’s where I will start. She walked over to him wearing only her garter belt and put her hand on her pussy.  She slowly ran her hand up over her pussy.  She could feel how smooth it was from its afternoon shaving.  She stood right in front of him and with both hands she separated her pussy lips for him.  He dropped the ten at her feet and put another new one in his hand.  Ellen moved her fingertips up and down moving the skin around her clit without actually touching it.  She wondered if he knew how good it felt to her.  He dropped the second ten and pulled out another one. 

 

She knelt in front of him, and then sat back on her legs.  The crowd hid her from the staring eyes of the manager.  She took her garter belt and opened it for the man’s ten dollar bill and in doing so deliberately rode the garter up even higher.  It was now as high as it could go, the band right up against her crotch.  She had one section lifted as if telling him to slip it in under there.  Then she moved the opening.  She moved it from the top of her leg to the inside of her leg.  His hand took the ten and placed it under the band of her garter.  His fingers grazed her lips and lightly touched her clit.  She continued to show him some patience opening her legs just a little more for him and he slowly pushed his finger down her slit and into her wet hole.  There were only a small group of people who could see what he did because of the angle but they screamed in excitement and Ellen realized she might be getting into trouble.

 

She rose up, adjusted her garter to the original mid thigh position and while she was picking up her money, Mr. Rich dropped a grateful twenty, smiled at her and smelt his finger.  She again started moving around the rim collecting all the money before the music ran out.  She just placed her leg in between the boys and she had many hands putting the money into her garter.  While she did this she continued to look at the donors as she held her breast, played with her nipple or placed her hand on her pussy.  She was so wet, she almost thought of just giving in to the temptation to let the boys have their fun with her body but she could see now that the manager was straining himself to see what was happening.  All the hoopla had made him suspicious that Ellen was giving out more than she should.

 

So she kept moving from one group of hands to the next, touching herself as she went.  It was easy for her to look lustful because she had a desire like she had never felt before.  She was dizzy with the odor of lustful men wanting her.  And she was thrilled that they wanted her.  It was a high for her.  Very good for her ego.  At the same time she wanted to be used.  Her mind was wondering when she could orgasm as her hand went to her pussy again and she looked into the eyes of an older man who gave her a twenty.  She let him slip it into her garter just as the last song ended. Quickly Ellen picked up her clothes and money and left the stage after a quick bow. 

 

The crowd was still cheering when she entered the dressing room.  The girl had been watching her from the steps and backed up as Ellen came in.  She put an arm around Ellen and kissed her neck.  “Sit with me,” she whispered to Ellen.  Ellen saw that there were two other regular girls in the dressing room sitting at makeup tables.  She followed the other girl to a couch where the girl sat down and instructed Ellen to sit on her lap.  When she did the girl kissed her and put her fingers in between her legs.  Ellen thought what the hell, even though she had never been with a woman before and she spread her legs, reached down and started playing with her clit.  As she did this the other girl put her slid her fingers inside of Ellen’s soaking pussy and found her g spot.  She attacked it with two fingers while Ellen played with her own clit.

 

The two regular girls looked on through their mirrors well aware of what was going on.  “Amateurs!” one said huffily to the other.  Ellen didn’t care.  She was kissing this strange girl and rubbing her clit and feeling her fingers inside of her and coming.  And coming.  An explosive orgasm that was interrupted by the manager entering the dressing room.  Following him was the first Mediterranean girl.  He stopped a bit startled at what he saw and as soon as he understood what was happening he just watch as the girls finished.  When Ellen looked at him he had a big shit eating grin on his face.  “Liked that, did you?  Maybe you’d like to work here.  You can get off every night with one of the girls if you like.”

 

He turned to the girl under Ellen.  “Last chance deary, do you want to give it another try?”  She shook her head no looking down.  “Well then let’s all get dressed – that means you ‘L’ and we’ll go onstage to announce the winner.  That would also be you “L”.  You get to do one more set and after that you get your prize money.  Although you look like you did OK on your tips.  Perhaps we should deduct your tips,” he joked.  “I will let you girls circulate for a while with the customers.  If they want you to do a lap dance you take them to the V.I.P. Section along the wall. The cost is $20 a dance for one song and you split that with me.  So if I see you in the V.I.P area I expect $10 from you for every song you are there.  Same touching rules apply. They can touch you below the garter belt but no where else. You, of course, can touch them but no hands on their cocks.  Any questions?”

 

Ellen would collect her prize money that night after Adam let her do a series of lap dances for Mr. Rich and a couple of other customers and after she fulfilled her obligation of another set later in the evening.  All in all she came home with over $700 that night and enjoyed three of the best orgasms of her life but we’ll leave the tale of the other two for another time.

 

Part 3, A Very Private Dance, can be found HERE. (Don’t forget to comment.)

 

It was a first class hotel.  15 stories of modern materials.  The balcony we had on the 8^th floor was ample and fitted easily with two lounge chairs.  The balcony was on the right inside half of the “L” shaped hotel so it faced in a sideways fashion all the balconies on the left side.  Both sets of balconies were facing west and in this gentle paradise the sunsets were spectacular.

 

We stood on the balcony waiting for the spectacle to begin, having just finished refreshing showers.  The sun and sand of the afternoon was now a warm memory.  The afternoon was cooling down but it was still a very comfortable temperature.  I had my arm around her waist, the two of us melting into each other.  It had been a great day.  I turned my head and gave her a thankful peck on the lips.  Followed by a longer gentle kiss of lips contacting.  Then endless kisses quick and long and constantly moving across on another.  Feeling the depth of the other person’s passion.  Focusing on each other.

 

We paused and looked at the sand and the ocean and the softly falling sun.  I looked over her shoulder and saw a number of other couples populating the balconies randomly.  Like us they were mostly huddled together at the railings looking west.  I whispered in Emma’s ear.  Would she like to live out a fantasy down here in the middle of paradise where no one knew here?  What did I have in mind, she asked.  Her fantasy about doing it in front of others who were watching.  She jerked just slightly.  OO, I don’t think I could actually do it!  But tell me more.  What did you have in mind?

 

Instead of answering her, I began to kiss her neck.  I knew she found that very sexy.  I blew kisses on the back of her neck and along the large muscle on the side of her neck up under her ear.  We faced each other and I gave her a tight hug pressing her breasts up against my chest.  The kissing lingered and got both of our engines running, her body squirming against mine.  She was wearing a little summer shift dress and my hands easily reached under the hem and began to rub the back of her legs and her panty covered ass.  “People can see us doing this,” I murmured.  She nuzzled my neck as if to hide her shyness.  “In fact, I can see one of the couples watching us.  He’s pointing at us as I’m rubbing your ass.”  Something about the idea appealed to her. 

 

“Let me play,” I said and I moved a little to her side.  Still standing I could now rub her ass with one hand and moved the other to her braless breast.  I kissed her shoulder.  The sun was beginning to set among the distant clouds and the colors were ablaze with light.  “Relax,” I said and she began to go limp as my hands roamed over her body.  I moved one hand under her dress and all the way up to her breasts lifting her dress to her waist.  I looked over her shoulder and scanned the crowd.  There was about 4 couples on various balconies and at least two of them were watching us pretty intently.  On another balcony there were two young women calling a couple more women in from the room and pointing us out.  One of the women quickly returned inside with a disgusted look on her face but the remaining three continued to watch.

 

I put one hand inside the top of her panties and she gave me a small protest as I slid them half way down her ass.  “Why not?  There are only adults here and we will never see these people after we leave.  It’ll just be our little secret.  There is no better time.”  My roaming hands were now both inside her panties, one in front and the other in back.  I gently began rubbing a few fingers across her public patch and I could feel she was warm and moist.  Burying my head in her breasts, I slowly began to peel her panties over her rounded mounds and down her silky legs. She sighed her physical approval although I sensed her mind was still uncertain.  

 

My head flowed down the front of her dress as my hands removed her panties from her legs.  She willingly helped step out of them.  I told her to sit in the lounge chair and when she did, I spread her legs with slow strokes up the inside of both or her thighs.  Her dress still retained some of her modesty, but her legs were totally exposed.   She was looking down on me and put her hands in my hair as I began to kiss her thighs.  She moved closer to the edge of the chair – an invitation to sup, which I accepted, putting my head into her crotch.  As I did, her head rolled back in anticipation and sexual tension.  Her eyes closed.  I began to lick her pussy and open her lips.  I grazed her clit and she shuddered.  The bottom of her dress stayed behind when she edged forward and I took both hands and moved them up her body lifting her dress and squeezing her full breasts and pinching her hard nipples.  While her dress still covered my hands and her breasts, she was now naked from her midriff down in the twilight.

 

We seemed to be ignoring the others on the balcony but their presence was undeniable and we were both were well aware of them.  I kept my hand lightly pressed on her pussy and I moved my head next to hers.  “Don’t keep your eyes closed.  Tell me who is watching and describe them to me.”  I again returned my face to her crotch.  I looked up at her and she had her head back and her eyes half opened, looking around.  She told me there were 5 balconies with couples on them and one with 4 girls.  The girls were giggling and talking loudly to one another but we couldn’t make out what they were saying.  She told me that one of the other couples watching us were also getting quite frisky.  Looking around seemed to raise her excitement and I began to lick her clit faster without putting too much pressure on it.  She arched her back and pushed her crotch into my face and grabbed a handful of my hair.  It wasn’t long before she was whimpering out loud, flooding my face with her juices. 

 

As she settled back into the chair I snuggled in between her thighs and soon moved up and kissed her face, neck, and mouth in short staccato pecks.  Your turn she said.  Don’t go away.  And she jumped up and went into the room.  I sat in the chair.  I wanted to look at the others who were watching to stare onto their faces, but I was afraid I’d scare them off so I pretended to look into the fading sunset and I used as much of my peripheral vision as I could.  I saw one couple break up with her going inside and him staying out.  They were the easiest to see since they were just one floor up and at the end section of the “L”.  Then I spotted the couple below us by a floor, sitting in their lounge chairs, taking in the entire scenery.

 

Emma returned with a couple of towels and some oil.  She had put the light on in the room helping to keep extra light on the balcony as the white sunless skies predicted the oncoming dark.  She placed the towel in front of my feet and knelt on it.  Are you ready, big boy, to show off your stuff, she challenged.  With that she untied the string belt on my shorts and removed them with my jockeys in one slow sexy slide.