"Please don't make me do this," Nancy pleaded, her gorgeous green eyes filling with tears.
"I'm not making you do anything," I told my pretty neighbor, leaning back into the couch, legs spread, waiting for my show. I was ready, wearing only panties and a bra.
Her eyes flickered to the side, once again taking in the collage of pictures on the coffee table.
"You know that if John ever saw those pictures he'd kill me."
"So am I supposed to lie to him?" I asked her, pointedly.
She stood quietly, firming her resolve.
"One lap-dance, and you'll give me all the copies of those pictures, and we'll never have to talk about this again. Right? That's what you've promised." We both already knew she was going to do it. But she was still waffling.
"I promise. One GOOD lap-dance, and I will give you every copy of those pictures, and I promise that John will never hear about them from me."
"Why are you doing this, Heather? I thought we were friends."
"Sure we're "friends". I want to stay "friends". Really good "friends". Close "friends". Special "friends". Ever since that night you and the girls came over trashed and went skinny-dipping, I can't get those images of you out of my mind. I think about you all the time. I want you so bad I ache. I want to hold you, feel you, touch you, kiss you, taste you. I just can't stand it anymore."
"Just this once, right?" She asked for the umpteenth time tonight.
"You heard the deal." With that, I pressed play on the remote, and put the CD player in motion.
Once committed, Nancy seemed willing enough to make the best of a bad situation. She started awkwardly, and had a bit of difficulty trying to act sexy while peeling her t-shirt off over her head, but the end result was worth it. Her breasts are very nice, very much an attention grabber, and to see them swelling out of her lacy bra brought on the first twitch in my shorts.
She did a much better job with her shorts, opening up a button, then lowering a zipper, exposing nothing but skin to the eye. She peeled the two sides outward and I was finally rewarded with a hint of black material where her panties started.
Nancy completed a leisurely turn, ending with her back to me, before teasing her shorts over her hips. After just an inch or two a thin black string was exposed, funneling down to the crease of her full ass, where the two side strings met and disappeared between her cheeks. Once her shorts were midway down her hips and the going was easier, she bent over almost in two, and slid them down to her ankles, then held that pose a few seconds, letting me take in her all but naked, oh-so delicious, ass.
The naughty thong, worn by such a goodie two shoes of a lady, was in so many ways very much not like her. It always seemed a bit odd to me that such a pretty woman had so little experience. She'd only been with one man in her entire life, her husband of 12 years, who she'd married just out of high-school. She was a good little Southern Baptist wife, no drinking, no swearing, and little in the way of hijinks. Yet she wore very tight and revealing clothes that accentuated all of her amazing assets to their best advantage. She would be very proper and virtuous, and then tease men out of the blue, in a flirtatious almost brazen way.
A mother of two, with the body of a 20 year old, she could maked my blood boil. I had rehearsed this scene for weeks, and then carefully planned it out, before I lured her up to my study, and set the whole plan in motion.
Her husband was insanely jealous, and on top of that I knew that their sex life left a lot to be desired. They were on a calendar, and she agreed to let him have sex with her once a week, in order to keep the peace.
Then one day after her kids left for school and her husband left for work I saw a man go into her house and not leave till almost noon. So when this happen again I snapped pictures and recorded her affair.
And now she was delivering her very best lap-dance, in order to keep her night of skinny-dipping and affair a secret.
"That's nice," I told her, gazing on her heart-shaped cheeks and thinking how nice it would be to bury my face in them.
She stood back up and danced a bit longer before she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, releasing her full, ripe tits, swaying to the music's beat.
I saw her eyes glance down at the pictures on the coffee table, then at the wet spot of my panties, then back to my face. She was suddenly blushing madly as she tried to cover her breasts somewhat, while turning and dancing before me.
"Come closer," I encouraged her, and she hesitantly did, straddling my leg, dancing with her hips to the beat.
She suddenly spun, her back facing me, all but naked. She leaned over, hands on her knees and wiggled her ass at me, now no more than a foot away. She turned to see my reaction and gave me another glance at her pendulous globes, now unfettered by bra or hands.
I reached out and ran a fingernail down the outside of one cheek, slowly, and I could see the goose bumps explode all over her body. She gasped, and I could see her legs trembling. I reached one hand out to each hip, and turned her, so she would face me once more.
As soon as she turned her hands went back to her breasts, doing a poor job of covering them.
"More," I whispered softly.
She slowed her movements down to a simple weight shift on every other beat, and languidly slid her hands back, until instead of covering her tits, her hands were pushing them together and out. Nancy leaned forward, her shoulders performing a mesmerizing figure eight, her hands now offering up those amazing mounds for my examination. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, as she undulated before me, her breasts a hesitant gift.
