"O.K. Joann. I think you've had enough wine; I don't want you any feistier than you are now. That red dress is great but I think it's time to go back into garment bag you brought for a new outfit. Did you bring your old high school cheerleader outfit like I told you to?" She nodded. "Good girl. Go put it on. I want you to do a cheer for me."
She stood up and started to take the bottle of wine (our second of the night) with her. I jumped up, yanked it out of her hand and set it on the table. I didn't want her any drunker than she already was. She pushed me out of the way and reached for the bottle. "Don't make me hit you." That seemed to bring her back to reality. Joann had an anguished look on her face. "Don't forget your situation, Joann. I own you. Don't make me angry. I'll beat you like a two-dollar hooker if I have to. Do you understand?"
She looked at me with wide eyes. She managed a meek, "Yes" before she turned and hurried down the hall to change.
I was in the kitchen putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when she returned. As incredible as Joann looked in her red dress, she was even hotter in her cheerleader outfit. I stood staring at her perfectly proportioned 5' 6" frame. Joann must have developed late. The white and green sweater that would have fit perfectly at 17 now could barely contain her 36C breasts. Her skirt looked impossibly short, showing off more of her luscious legs than any high school would allow. "Jesus, Joann. If you looked like that in high school, every play would have ended up out of bounds with a football player "accidentally" falling on top of you. When did you develop into this goddess I'm staring at?"
Joann actually smiled a bit. "Around 19. It all happened all at once. In high school I was only 5' 4" and pretty skinny."
I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. I took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her soft, warm body pressed against me. With one hand sliding up and down her back and the other on the back of her neck, I began kissing her sweet, moist lips. Not only did she offer no resistance, she kissed back hungrily. As my tongue probed Joann's mouth, I reached down and began to knead her ass. I steered her into the living room and broke away from her grasp so I could sit on the couch. Getting free wasn't easy because she had attached herself firmly to my mouth. I guess the wine had loosened her up to the point where all she wanted was a fucking. She didn't care about anything else. Joann whimpered a bit when I stopped kissing her. "I want to see this sweet body shake. Dance for me, Joann."
Without a word, just a wicked smile, Joann walked to my stereo system and found a radio station playing a dance mix of some rock tune. It sounded like crap and I was about to tell her to find something else, but that's when she started to dance. I figured she'd give me a nice little show in her cheerleader uniform. You know, bounce up and down, jiggle her tits and ass, fairly tame stuff. But no, not Joann. This woman should be in a strip club somewhere. She started by leaning forward and sticking her ass in the air. She shook it up and down and side to side with the beat. She kept shaking her ass until she had swiveled around to face me. Joann then began to play with her tits through the sweater. Her tits were pretty big, but the ridiculously little sweater they were in made them look porn star size. As she squeezed her melons and tugged on her nipples, she slowly sank to her knees. She slid her left hand off her tits, down her body to her pussy and began massaging it. She moaned with pleasure as she fingered her clit. All the while she stared at me, her gaze alternating between my eyes and the massive bulge in my pants. She dropped down on all fours and crawled over to me for a closer look at the bulge. Slithered over might be a better phrase. Slowly. Very slowly.
She put her face inches away from my crotch and stared. Joann's eyes shot up and locked onto mine. "I think someone wants to come out and play with me." She looked back at my dick and said, "Do you want to play? " She giggled and backed away. I nearly came in my pants. I wanted to fuck her right then, but I wanted to see what else she was going to do.
Still on all fours, Joann stuck her ass in the air and rested her chin on her hands. Her hands and forearms were flat on the floor with her elbows out to each side. She gave me a big, sweet, innocent smile. From my vantage point, I saw a sweet, smiling face framed with beautiful dark brown hair and just behind all that was a magnificent ass covered in a tiny cheerleader skirt. Christ, what an incredible sight! Joann changed that sweet smile into a lecherous one as she began to shake her ass to the Alice In Chains tune that had just come on the radio. Her skirt quickly bunched up around the small of her back revealing the quivering, soft brown flesh of her ass. She held that position and that "come and get it" smile for a few more moments.
