Hey Perv! Yes You! -

I heard a loud playful female voice behind me. "Hey perv!!"

I sat up straight and looked around, a little startled and confused.

"Yes, you!" It was Melanie! She was across the room making a beeline through the tables straight at me!

I pointed to myself again and gestured "me?" just to make sure.

"Yes perv! You! Hahaha!" Before I knew it Melanie had plopped down on my lap, spreading her teen legs to face me directly. "So, Mister, you like hot teens like me?"

I had to hold in my drool as I watched her impossibly short cheerleader skirt ride up her teen thighs.

"Well, I ... uh ... wow ... umm ... yeah?" I stammered nervously. I was never much of a smooth talker with the ladies to begin with, and on top of that, this was the hottest stripper in the club!

Melanie continued confidently. "Oh I saw you ... you couldn't keep your eyes off me, pervert!" She laughed out loud.

My goodness. The way she was brazenly calling me a pervert, practically laughing at me for drooling over her was fucking hot! It's like she was so used to mocking sex starved older men who leched over her teen body.

I placed my hands gently on her waist and tried my level best to banter back. "Haha ... wow ... umm ... pervert huh? That's what you think I am? Hehehe ... "

With no hesitation, she simply cut me off "Uh huh. Mr. Pervy perv! Right here!" while pointing at me and laughing. Fucking hot little bitch got me stiff right then and there!

She continued, wrapping her delicate arms around my shoulders. "Oh yeah, I know your type. You come here to stare at young teens like me. You like girls like me, all young and sexy don't you?"

I can only imagine the dumb grin I must have had on my face as I simply sat there frozen, enjoying her verbal taunts.

"Oh don't deny it!" she carried on. "I saw you staring at me ... fucking mouth open, eyes wide ... you were just leering at every inch of my sexy teen body weren't you? Just sitting right here, all the way in the front ... all by yourself ... like a middle aged pervert ... drooling at what a hot little teen cheerleader tease I was right?"

She was fully grinding against my bulge now.

"Were you making sure to get a good long look at me? Huh? Memorizing my every curve?"

She looked around the room jokingly as if to make sure no one else was around, before lowering her voice to a softer tease.

"Tell me Mister" she whispered "did you dump me in your spank bank? Huh? To do a little 'uh uh uh' thinking about me later?" She giggled as she made a jack off motion with her hand.

Holy shit. What a teasing little brat! She might have only been eighteen, but make no mistake, Melanie was a professional slut. She knew exactly what she was doing!

"Well, I ... umm ... I guess I've always had a thing for cheerleaders ..." I stammered back, trying to keep the banter going.

"Ya? You like my little cheerleader dress?" She giggled as she raised her arms, offering me a close up look at the skimpy outfit. "It's really cute isn't it!" she said as she gave me a quick playful lap dance.

Fuck me what a hot little bitch! I took the opportunity to fully and obviously ogle her as she sat right here on my lap. My eyes crawling unapologetically over every inch of her exposed skin, my mouth open like a hungry dog. She thinks I'm a pervert? Fine! I'll be a fucking pervert! I'll be her old man pervert!

"I like how ... uhh ... skimpy this little thing is ..." I muttered lustfully, flicking my fingers along the thin fabric of her top.

"Hahaha!" she laughed back. "I know, right! I like this short little top with the cute matching skirt. Do you like the way it shows off my tiny waist?"

"Oh fucking right I do ..." I drooled.

"Awww... thanks! Yea, that's the look I was going for... just as a cute little flirt dress (giggle)" She wiggled her top against my chest. "It started off as just a regular cheerleader uniform first ... but ... I wanted to make it a little ... skimpier (wink). But ugh, my seamstress ... oh my god she was being SUCH a prude. She didn't want to cut it any shorter, can you believe it?? She said it makes me look like a

puta

."

My Spanish wasn't the best but I knew what that meant.

Melanie switched to an impish pout "Like can you believe she said that? What a mean thing to say right! Umm, Mister, you don't think this outfit makes me look like a slut do you?"

I loved it. I had no idea what kind of tease this was, but I was loving it. My cock continued to stiffen as she went on ...

"I mean, I think it's tasteful. And I like the way the dress is cut and cropped ... I think it really increases the

sex

factor, don't you?"

She put extra emphasis on the word

sex

. Ok that had to be deliberate! What a fucking teasing brat! I'm sure she noticed my cock twitch as she said that, in her flirty teen voice.

"Oh Mister! Oh you like it too, looks like! Yea ... it's the perfect little outfit for a striptease girl like me don't you think?"

I started to breathe a little heavier as Melanie kept turning up the heat. She leaned in and lowered her voice like she was letting me in on a secret.

"You know Mister, the best part is ... this is cut from the actual uniform I wore in high school ... (girly giggle) ... yea ... I was head cheerleader in my high school!"

Fucking hell, this whore was hitting all my buttons. She knew she had me wrapped around her finger at this point. Drooling and dripping with sweat, I put forth my best effort to try and flirt back with her.

"Really ... so ... umm tell me uh ... Melanie ... were you a slutty cheerleader ...?"

She giggled sweetly at my clumsy effort "Haha ... ummmmmm? ... sort of .... hahaha!" (flirty laugh) "Actually I was... you know ... cocktease .... hahaha!"

I gritted my teeth as soon as I heard that. Fucking cocktease bitch! I let out a grunt as my breathing got increasingly heavier. I'm sure Melanie noticed too, but she simply continued on, leading me further along this sexy banter.

"Oh yeah ... I was voted Miss Teen Cocktease by all the boys in high school. They'd always stay late to watch my cheerleader practice, as I pranced about and practiced all my cheer routines ... in my extra short skirts ... my low cut tops ... my colorful panties... (giggle) Oh! And of course, after practice there wasn't enough time to change, so really, I'd have no choice but to board the bus home glowing of sweat, still dressed in my skimpy cheerleader uniform!"

She noticed me smirking back and shaking my head.

"What? I promise!" She put on her best innocent doe eyes. "Come on, it's not like I was

trying

to be a temptress! It's not like I was looking at all the boys and going 'Hey boys! Look at this! Come grab my sweet tits! Hey boys! Come fuck my wet little pussy!' I mean, all those boys on the bus staring at me ... why ... just because I'm in a cute crop top and a short cheerleading skirt ... they're getting all stiff and horny looking at me ... that's not

my

fault!"

Ha! Bullshit! But it got my dick hard, so I let this cocktease bitch spin her yarn ...

"Oh all those poor boys ... they'd all be pushing and clawing to get onto the same bus as me on the way home! And you know, there were days when the bus would get so crowded down in SoCal that I'd have no choice but to sit on some of the boys' laps ..."

She made a mock pout of concern as she continued...

"There was this one boy Bobby, oh he was the best! He was a shorter guy, my height actually, round face, a little chubby, like a cute little frog! The other boys would push him around and call him 'frog boy' and such, but aww, he was such a harmless soul ... a sweet, shy little bookworm. And he'd never had a real girlfriend throughout high school, can you imagine? But omg, he had SUCH a huge crush on me, it was soooo obvious! (giggle) I once found a love note he'd written about me in his book, describing me as an 'angel' and confessing that I was his 'oneitis'. Aww, that made me feel so special! From that day forth, I told him he could think of me as his pretend girlfriend if he wanted to. So I made sure to always sit on his lap on the way back from school, especially when the bus was driving through bumpy construction roads. I would bat my eyelashes at him, oh like the sweet innocent doll I am, and tell him to 'hold me and protect me' during this dangerous part of the drive ... and of course, I could trust him not to grope me inappropriately! I mean, something like that would be totally out of line!"

What a manipulative bitch! I leered intently as she kept going ...

"Oh, poor Bobby was such a sweetheart though ... he loved me so much. He'd always hold me by my waist to keep me safe on the bus, making sure I was always comfortable ... but his hands would never ... never ... ever ... even go near my tits or ass. Oh, it was SO obvious he would have loved to grab my teeny boobies (giggle) ... or squeeze my ass (giggle) ... but he was just such a nice guy ... always respecting my boundaries ... no, he'd never do anything that would jeopardize my friendship! But of course ... (giggle) ... I'd go out of my way to move my butt back and forth over his virgin crotch, being all bouncy bouncy on him especially as the bus drove through those bumpy alleys ... aww, I could feel how stiff he would get sometimes!"

By now Melanie was practically bouncing on

my

lap as she spoke, miming every movement of her teasing story on me, as she kept narrating ...

She leaned towards my ear and slowed down to a whisper as she got to the hottest part of this verbal sex tease ...

"Aww ... and one day I was feeling extra naughty ..."

"... so at the end of the ride, I gave poor Bobby a long, sweet, lingering hug... aww, it was so romantic ..."

"... I wrapped my arms around him ... and pressed my whole body against his ..."

"... moved my tits up against his chest ... back and forth ..."

"... and whispered to him that he's a super sweet guy ..."

"... and that he's such a good friend ..."

"... and that I just looooove being his pretend girlfriend ..."

"Then, I slowly gave him one soft peck on this cheek ..." (kissing my cheek)

".... and one a soft peck on this cheek ..." (kissing my other cheek)

"... and then I moved in close to his lips ..."

"... as if to give him his first hot, french kiss ..."

"... I moved my lips within an inch of his ..."

"... held my mouth just far enough that he could feel my strawberry breath ..."

"... like we were about to makeout ..."

"... like hot teenage lovers ..."

" ... "

" ... "

"And then I just pulled back and walked away! Yup, he went home and jacked off!" (flirty laugh)

Sadistic bitch.

Fucking hell. My dick was throbbing at this relentless tease torture.

I didn't even notice myself but somewhere in the middle of that I had grabbed her ass and waist and had begun grinding this little sexpot on my crotch, moving her up and down against my erection through my pants ... breathing ... panting ... grunting ...

Melanie was a total pro. She knew exactly where this was leading.

"Look at you Mister! Such a fucking pervert! Getting all horned up listening to my personal secrets!" She followed it up with a playful slap to my face.

That's it, I had had just about enough of this cockteasing cunt. Melanie knew the signs well enough. She went in for the kill.

She slowly lifted up her top, fully exposing her teen tits and soft, sweet nipples. Pressing her naked tits against my chest and playfully wiggling her pussy against my bulge, she leaned in for a soft whisper.

"So ... Mister Pervert ... how would you like to have me upstairs for a private dance?" She whispered directly into my ear, treating my earlobe to a quick naughty lick.

Holy fuck. Say no more. Even my old ass was just about ready to jizz my pants right then and there. Melanie Rios knew exactly how to take a man to the breaking point. She stood up and held my hand. As if in a hypnotic trance, I stood up with her, ready to be taken anywhere by this dream teen.

She looked at me with a flirty smile. "Come on, follow this little booty, I'll be your girl tonight".

Just as we started walking, she playfully pinched my crotch and winked "And don't forget your dick, you're gonna need it!"