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.
