Taylor pulled close against the pole as she ground her hips in rhythm with the music. She could feel the cool metal as it slipped slowly between her thighs. An intense overhead beam of light mixed with the club's lingering cigarette smoke to bath her in a blue haze, blinding her to her surroundings. Though she was unable to see beyond the stage, she could feel the numerous eyes upon her, and this only excited her more.
She traced her hands down the side of her body, her black mini dress clinging tight and revealing every curve of her form. Turning, she leaned back against the pole as she raised her hands over her head. Clutching the brass rod she tilted her head back, her long blond locks draping delicately ever lower down her back. She pushed her chest outward, arching her back and slightly spreading her long slender legs. She let out a soft moan as she slowly slipped one hand down, across her soft breasts, to her rippled belly, and below.
Michael and Kevin sat mesmerized. They had been at the club a few hours and the whole time they could barely keep their eyes off the sexy dancer. To Michael there was no one else in the club, accept him and his sexy wife. He watched as she reached down, grabbing the hem of her dress. It was then that both men noticed, she was not wearing anything beneath her slinky outfit. Instantly Michael felt his manhood begin to swell, his temperature rise, his body tingle. "She is so beautiful," he thought to himself. Kevin sat, slack jawed in amazement.
Taylor reached between her legs and, just for an instance, teasingly began to rub herself. Raising her head up, she gave a sultry look, winked, and blew a pouty kiss. She then brought her wandering hand gently to her lips, and softly licked the tips of her fingers.
Michael about fell out of his chair as he strained to watch the scene. He could hardly believe his eyes. His body was aching for her. As he reached for yet another cigarette he noticed his hand trembling with desire. He wanted her with every ounce of his being.
Kevin kept an intense gaze as well, following her every move as she spun around the pole. "Wow," he exclaimed. "She is absolutely incredible."
Suddenly Taylor stepped away from the pole as the song faded to its end. Stopping at the edge of the dance floor, she gathered herself and adjusted her dress. Then, turning to where Michael and Kevin were seated, and began to grin.
Slowly she worked her way through the maze of tables and chairs to Michael and Kevin's table. Lifting one leg, she stepped over Michael, straddling his lap and pushing her breasts into his face. "Excuse me sweetie," she teasingly whispered as she pulled her other leg up and over his. She then plopped down in the chair that sat between the two men.
"That was awesome baby," Michael stuttered. "That was sexy as Hell."
Kevin nodded in agreement. "It was pretty fucking awesome." He then looked down at his half empty glass and took another puff on his cigarette. Grabbing the glass he quickly downed the remaining contents and as he rubbed Taylor's thigh. "What do you say? Let's get out of here."
Michael grinned and looked at Taylor. "That sounds like a plan," he said as he reached for Taylor's coat. "But first, I think Taylor needs to do something."
Taylor turned and looked at Michael. She could tell by his devious smile, he had something planned. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.
Michael looked at Kevin and almost laughingly said, "I think Taylor needs to only wear her overcoat on the ride to the hotel." He continued in a chuckling voice, "Well, she can wear shoes too."
Kevin's eyes widened. "I like the way you think. Yes, she's way too hot for clothes."
Taylor's brow raised slightly. She smiled as she looked at Michael, then to Kevin. She knew what her naughty little perverts wanted. Leisurely she tugged at her dress, pulling its front zipper downward inch by inch. The garment slipped slowly down her chest, soon revealing her perk nipples. Suddenly, as it pulled past her large tits the dress dropped, momentarily catching at her hips, then spiraling down her long legs to her ankles.
Several passing patrons of the club stopped in their tracks as they surveyed the happenings at Michael and Kevin's table. Even dancers on the dance floor shaded their eyes in hopes of catching a faint glimpse at Taylor's beautiful essence. Michael and Kevin stood silent as she gently took her long leather coat and wrapped it around her. Opting not to button it, she held the center with one hand as she reached for her purse. "Are we ready?" she asked.
Michael and Kevin only nodded as they worked themselves out from around the table and followed her out the door.
As the trio waited outside the club for their taxi Taylor handed Michael her purse. "Will you hold this for me baby?" she asked as she sat down on the front entrance steps. "MmmHmm," he muttered, still in amazement at his wife's daringness. As he looked down at her he could see the bottom of her coat gently blowing open in the cool night breeze. The tantalizing flickers of her bare mound made his heart race. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself.
Just then the cab pulled up to the curb. Kevin opened the back door as Michael piled into the back seat. Taylor quickly followed with Kevin sitting next to her. "To the Embassy," Kevin told the driver. "Yes sir," the cabby returned in a thick Jamaican accent.
As the van wove its way through the downtown streets Michael reached over and slightly opened Taylor's coat, rubbing her inner thigh with his hand. The cab driver asked, "So, how is everyone tonight."