The taxi dropped us off at the corner. I opened the door to my building and held it for Kriszta and Jana. The women preceded me into the elevator. The girls continued chatting in Hungarian as the elevator lifted us to my floor. We exited the elevator and I guided them to my apartment door. Our voyeur's apartment was dark as we passed.
I led opened my door and escorted them into the living room. As they put their purses down, I took drink orders. They sat on the couch and continued to speak in Hungarian while I fixed and delivered the drinks. I got myself a beer and stood before them with a raised eyebrow.
"Jana asked what it's like to be a stripper, so I was telling her," Kriszta told me.
"And what are you saying?" I asked.
"That I enjoy being admired by men," she said. "That it's a turn on to tease them, and that it's fun to make them do things just because they want to fuck you - whether you let them or not."
"Well, at least you're honest," I told her.
Kriszta smiled. "So would you like to see us strip?" she asked.
"Very much," I replied.
"What will you give us?"
"My undivided attention, admiration, and accolades"
"That will do, for now," Kriszta said. She got up, pulled a CD from her purse and moved over to the stereo. I sat down on the couch next to Jana as Kriszta began dancing to the music. She spun, gyrated, and moved around the room. By the end of the first song she'd unbuttoned her blouse and flashed us her full, round breasts. As the second song began, she unzipped her skirt, and swished her hips back and forth until it fell to the ground. She danced in panties and blouse throughout most of the rest of the song, finishing it up by taking off the blouse, swinging it around her head, and throwing it at Jana.
Jana laughed. Kriszta moved around the coffee table and stepped up onto the couch. She stood for a few beats with one foot on either side of me, her thong covered crotch (and a clearly visible wet spot) directly in front of my face. She leaned against me and the wall and began sliding her body down mine. I reveled in the feel of her firm flesh as it passed across my face and down my body. I managed to control my urge to grab her and fuck her hard on the coffee table right then. She finished on her knees between my legs, her tits pressing around my throbbing erection. She bounced along to the song for a few beats, then stood up. She took Jana by the hand and pulled her out into the middle of the living room.
"Dance with me," Kriszta said. Jana began moving to the beat. I watched these two beautiful women dance for the remainder of the song. Aside from the fact that Kriszta was wearing only a white thong, it wasn't anything that you wouldn't have seen in a club in America, but I enjoyed it immensely. If nothing else, it's usually considered impolite to stare in public the way that I was.
As the next song began, Kriszta started to tug at Jana's shirt. Jana cooperated and within moments Kriszta had it over her head and tossed at mine. I caught it and draped it neatly next to where Jana had left Kriszta's blouse on the couch's arm. Krista next moved to Jana's skirt, stretching the cottony material over her round ass and down her shapely legs. They finished dancing to the song with Jana down to her bra and panties.
As the next song began Kriszta said, "All guys like fake lesbianism – let me take your bra off." Jana stepped closer to Kriszta and reached up to put her arms on Kriszta's shoulder. As Kriszta reached behind her to unhook Jana's bra, their lips brushed in the briefest of kisses. Jana spun around, her back pressed against Kriszta but her arms still above her head. Kriszta slid her hands up Jana's side, dislodged the bra from over her breasts and slid it up off her arms.
Jana's breasts were perky, with small upturned nipples. The bra was tossed to me. I put it with the rest of their clothes without taking my eyes from the women dancing topless in my living room. Kriszta began running her hands up and down Jana's sides, lightly and hesitantly at first but then more boldly. I watched as Kriszta squeezed Jana's tits and caressed her smooth, flat belly. Jana kept her arms up and swayed with Kriszta to the beat of the music. I could see the dark shadow of Jana's pussy hair through her light blue panties.
As the next song began, Jana said something to Kriszta in Hungarian. Kriszta smiled and said "In English it's called a 'couch dance.' Would you like me to show you how it's done?" Jana just nodded.
They moved over to the couch. Jana sat down next to me. Kriszta said "Usually you'll be wearing whatever outfit you're dancing in. So you stand in front of him and take it off, maybe leaning in and brushing against him after each item," she demonstrated by passing her bare tits across my face then straightening up again. "But, generally, you don't want to take to long getting down to it because at this point he's only thinking about having you for one song. So, over at Cica-mica we take it all off and then start."
Kriszta turned away from me and pulled down her thong as she bent over. As she had the night before, she paused when she slid her feet out of the thong to let me see the bulge of her pussy below the round curves of her ass. She stood up and turned around, then stepped up onto the couch so that her pussy was again in my face. I breathed deeply of her scent and somehow managed to resist the temptation of flicking my tongue across her clit.
She slid herself down my body again. This time instead of moving away after bouncing her tits on my cock, she slid back up and began rubbing them in my face. "You've got to remember that you can't kiss the guys," she explained to Jana. "If you do, he'll think he's free to do whatever he wants to you. As it is, you have to be prepared for a guy to grope you a bit." I took this as my cue to gently cup her ass cheeks in my hands. "The best way to handle it (if you don't want him touching you there, of course), is this..." she pushed at my arms, I moved them away from her ass. Then she rolled over so that she was sitting on my lap and took my hands in hers. She slid my hands up her thighs and across her belly (carefully avoiding any contact with her pubic hair) until they were just below her tits. She held my hands there and began rotating her ass against my crotch.
"You have his hands where they won't do any harm and you've distracted him from trying anything more. If you toss in a positive comment about the size of his cock, he'll just lay back and let you do whatever you want to him," Kriszta continued. She added something else in Hungarian that made Jana giggle in surprise.
