Naked in the bathroom, Becca rubbed a small towel over her hair. The door behind her was open all the way. After the warmth of her shower, the air in the apartment gave her minor goosebumps. A shiver passed over her, light enough to be pleasant. She sighed at the relief of being clean and relaxed, hanging up the small towel and reaching for a large black one to wrap around her torso. Tucked under her arms, it just barely covered her rear. It would serve its purpose decently until she felt like getting dressed.
Becca stepped out into the apartment's main space. A dark morning, with the thick clouds visible from the window. She went to the kitchen, putting some water to boil for coffee. As the appliance heated up, she wandered out into the living room. She turned on the sound system, queuing up an album to play while she waited.
The smooth but syncopated music began... "A String of Pearls" The piece was too seductive for Becca to stay still while she listened. She let the percussion guide her shoulders and before long the rise and fall of the melody had settled into her hips. Staring absently out the window, she swayed with the music, her left hand keeping her towel secure around her.
Smiling at her own coy display, she let an increasingly sensual nature slip into her dancing. She twisted her body gently, rolling her hips and letting her rear rock and wiggle beneath her towel. Becca pressed her thighs together more, her free hand roaming across her stomach and then sliding up her leg. She let the towel be tugged a little upwards with her motions, briefly exposing more of her shifting ass.
Becca toyed with the idea that she was being watched. She leaned forward a little as she writhed in place. She put her right hand just beneath where the towel hid her mound. Splaying her fingers on her bare thighs, she dragged her hand up her body. The gentle tugging against the towel was not enough to expose her... but only by the barest amount.
Her touch travelled up her stomach while she felt out the rhythm. She let the music live in her hips and in a playful tilting in her shoulders which caused her chest to rock within the confines of the towel. Becca slid her palm up under her tits, lifting and feeling across them both from left to right.
She giggled at her own reflection, bringing her hand up to her face. Swaying while she continued to squeeze her thighs, Becca played with her mouth. She let her little finger slide and tug over her lower lip. The sensual dancing was giving her more erotic urges, even as the one putting on the performance. Becca grinned at the thought, giving her finger a small lick.
She closed her eyes as the next track came on... "Begin the Beguine" Swaying with the luxurious notes of the clarinet introduction, she breathed deep and let her mind go blank. When a pair of hands began feeling their way around her waist, she only gave a minor flinch.
Lex stepped in close behind Becca, moving in time with his partner. She felt him kiss her hair, guiding his hips up close to her back. She could tell from the pressure behind her that she was already eliciting a reaction in him. She opened her eyes to watch his reflection in the window. He wore only the boxers he had worn to bed.
"What are you doing, you minx?" He whispered by her ear. Becca grinned.
"Just having a little dance, don't you approve?" She murmured to Lex, letting a little extra wiggling push her against his cock. Lex drew a sharp breath before releasing it in a laugh.
"I didn't know you had such a weakness for Glenn," he remarked. He held her gently, matching the sway of her body.
"Come on, Lex, you know what I like," Becca said, shifting her body seductively under her towel.
"Always dishing it out, aren't you?" He said in a teasing tone. "But can you take it?" Becca raised a brow at her partner's reflection.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked, smirking. Lex mirrored the expression.
"Keep dancing," he instructed.
Becca nodded, continuing with the sways and twists of her dance. As "Tuxedo Junction" started up with its slinky, sly notes, Lex began feeling his way over his partner's body. He pressed his palms to the sides of her naked thighs, moving up over the towel to her hips. His touch was a delicate fondle over her stomach as he placed a single kiss on the top of her shoulder.
"You have a motive here?" she inquired. Keeping her firm clutch on her towel, Becca briefly reached up with her other hand to caress the side of Lex's face. She wasn't quite certain what the game was. Not yet. Still, she enjoyed the intimate contact.
"Mhm, a test of your focus," Lex replied. He massaged to her sides, moving his palms up and down as though memorizing her shape. Lex brought his hands up over Becca's tits, squeezing them enough to make her sigh and bite her lip. He watched her expression in the window along with the rest of the tantalizing show.
"Ooh, I see," she sighed provocatively, jutting her ass against his cock again. He chuckled and gave her an extra squeeze.
"Alright..." he whispered in her ear, sensing the challenge to his game.
His touch roamed around to her back, moving down until he was groping her squirming ass with both hands. With his ring and pinky fingers he pushed at the divot between her cheeks, pressing the towel inwards. Becca shivered. She hesitated in her dance and he diverted to a few playful pats to her rear.
"Keep dancing..." Lex admonished, tutting at her and chuckling.
"You jerk," Becca said mirthfully. She continued to feel out the rhythm of the music while her partner continued to feel up her body.
Somehow the playful notion of winning had become quite important. The game was on: a tug of war to determine who would surrender to their needs first.
