As you close the door and turn, you stand and stare at me. I've gone further into the room and I'm quite a way from you. I hold your gaze defiantly, covering up the mixture of emotions coursing through me. How long have we waited for this? How much have we put on the line? Will it be worth it? You come into the room and lean against a wall.
' There's nowhere to run to Lena, nowhere to hide – are you ready?'
I smile at you thinking what you asked wasn't so much a question as an understatement. I stay a distance away from you and whisper, 'I'm so ready, I will burn you' as I run my hands over my clothes and unzip my skirt. A slow coy slide of my skirt down over my hips to reveal a lace thong... I turn my back to you and look over my shoulder while I undo the halter neck of my top and turn back shaking my hair over me as I let the top slide off me and still deny you sight of my breasts. I run my hands under my hair, obviously over my nipples and gasp as they harden to my touch. l lean back against the bedpost and push my hips forward; my hand trailing down from my hard nipples to my stomach, down further and into my thong.
I move my hair aside on my right and watch you to see where you look. I shiver a little, the anticipation moving my excitement up a notch. I tease the edge of my thong tight against my pussy, teasing the strap down my thigh a little but not enough to show you any more of me. I bare my other breast, my nipples hard and high, and pull one up to my mouth. Closing my eyes, I suck on it momentarily before letting it bounce back to its rightful place. I raise my hands high above my head and interlock my hands. I shake my hips and my shoulders, my breasts bouncing painfully - delicious pain as I pole dance against the bedpost. I close my eyes and think of your cock, your rock hard cock - I want it so bad. I know I'm really wet, really excited. I can feel the heat in my pussy as I jiggle in front of you. I drop my hands down and hold them together behind my back, my breasts pushed out hard as I wriggle towards you; dropping to the floor as I get closer, leaning back on my shins before you and still shaking my breasts for your pleasure.