Her hand slid into the back of her hair, releasing her long dark tresses. A gentle shake of her head sent them tumbling down her shoulders, across her back, framing her pretty face. He shifted a little in his chair and took a large gulp of the drink, wincing slightly as the liquid burned a path down his throat. Her heels clicked softly against the floor and he watched her place one foot in front of the other, an invisible path guiding her back to him. Her black dress clung to her curvy body and from where he sat, it looked almost painted on, accentuating her hips and breasts. She always felt a little self-conscious in this dress, a strapless one that bared her shoulders and neck, one that inevitably led the eye to her cleavage, slightly aided by the black lacy bra she wore beneath it. The material pressed in to show off her waist, then out again to ride along her hips. She fretted over how it seemed to almost seal to her round ass, worrying that it looked too big. He assured her it didn't, but it certainly teased him through the night, making him want to press his hands over her cheeks and squeeze them, just to hear her squeal.
She paused in front of him, a few feet away from him, her hips swaying back and forth. Her hands crept up to her face, caressing it lightly, fingertips brushing over her full pink lips as they started to make their way down. Her head tilted back, showing him the creamy flesh of her neck, mimicking how his hands had pressed over her flesh many times. He smiled, watching her eyes close, knowing she had to concentrate to do this for him. He could only imagine what she was picturing in her mind.
He knew her well. She was imagining his hands on her body, the gentle way he pressed them over her face, her neck, her shoulders to push aside her hair so that his lips could kiss them. She could feel her nipples tightening and hardening within the confines of her bra as she sunk deeper into the act playing out in her head. She let out a soft moan, her hands gliding down the front of her dress, teasing her nipples through the material, her pale skin peppering with tiny bumps. His eyes widened slightly and he shifted in the chair. She'd barely even begun and already, his cock had stiffened. His thighs spread apart, trying to ease the pressure in his suit pants. If her eyes were open, she'd easily see it and would probably make a teasing remark about how quickly she turned him on.
But her eyes remained closed. Her body swayed back and forth, her stance widened a bit more as her hands pressed down over her hips, then back across her cheeks. Slowly, she began to turn, right on cue with the music: "Well I can see by the way that you switch and walk..." She walked a few paces forward, then backwards to him again, her hands slipping up behind her to ease down the zipper hidden in the dark material. His fingers rubbed against the condensation on his glass, watching, almost while holding his breath, her flesh becoming exposed little by little. Her head turned a bit, her profile in view, letting him see her face as she started to guide the dress down her slowly rocking body. Her hands flattened out, gliding along her smooth skin to ease the dress off. They pressed down over her hips and the dress fell to the floor, revealing her hip-hugging black panties and the garters holding up her sheer stockings.
"Fuck," he thought, shifting again in the chair, suddenly very aware of his arousal. He let out a soft groan, watching as she began to bend forward, her swaying ass tilting up. She heard him and she smiled slightly, reaching down to free her heeled foot from the material. Her stance widened again; one hand gripped onto the dress, the other slid carefully up along one of her stocking-clad legs, gliding up the silk along her calf, the inside of her knee, up against her inner thigh then...oh god. He watched her fingers slid over the center of her panties, the tips of her fingers wiggling at him and against her pussy just beneath them. He grunted softly, shifting restlessly in his chair as she tossed the dress aside and stood up.
As the song transitioned into "Rock Me, Baby" she turned and faced him. Her hands slid down and pushed his knees wider apart so that she could get as close to him as the chair allowed. Her body was in constant motion: swaying, her hips swishing back and forth, her hands roaming the length of her body. They disappeared behind her and unhooked her bra; somehow they caught the material before it fell off her body. Her palms pressed over the cups of her bra, squeezing her tits as she leaned forward slightly, taunting him with the near exposure of them. The pressure on her nipples increased and her moan rose above the volume of the music. He resisted yanking the bra from her fingers but he thought he'd never in his life been so eager to see her breasts, those thick red nipples in contrast to the pale creaminess. She leaned in closer and just in front of him, she dropped the bra in his lap. He snarled slightly, the tip of his tongue flicking at his lip, wanting to drag it over her taut nipples. She smiled gently at him and rose up, slowly dancing back a few steps, her tits bouncing lightly, taunting him.
For what seemed to be the longest minute of his life, she proceeded to grope her own tits, tugging and pinches her nipples, caressing the hefty curves, arching her body and biting her lip the entire time. He was starting to feel almost frantic. His cock was so hard by now that it physically ached. He gripped it tightly through his pants, not even caring that she saw and was watching him intently do it. It took every ounce of effort for him not to jump out of his chair, crush her back up against the wall and devour those nipples, to yank down those panties and drive his cock right into her. But he knew he had to stay right where he was.
