Sunday Morning Dance Lessons
I awoke to the sound of music. It took me a moment to get my bearings, like it does when you wake up someplace other than your own bed. Ah yeah, Maui...Pauli's little house by the beach. I rolled out of bed, and slipped into a loose fitting pair of shorts and a clean tank top. Holy crap, I thought, looking at the time. It was nearly 12:30.
"Good afternoon, sleepy-head!" said the Bartender, when I emerged from the bedroom.
"Hey Hooker" said Pauli, "here" as he handed me a cup of coffee.
I inhaled deeply "Mmm...Kona!" my favorite!
I sat on the couch sipping my coffee while the Bartender tried to teach Pauli how to do anything other than the "white boy shuffle". It was very entertaining to watch her move, and to watch him try. Eventually, my coffee was gone and I felt more or less normal.
"The problem is," I observed, "that Pauli doesn't have the fluidity of motion that you do."
They both stared at me. I went on "You, dear lady, have those wonderful soft curves that pretty well smooth out every motion you make."
She looked down at her body, and then over at his.
"I see, "she said, "His more angular form leaves him looking awkward when he imitates what he sees me doing."
"Exactly right, you can't really expect him to look like you do when you move, he's gotta tone it down a little, a man's dance is subtle, a suggestion of motion rather than an expression." I sat back feeling smug.
They went on with the lesson, he looked at me gratefully since he was now free to shuffle his feet and keep his arms mostly at his sides. My explanation was all bull-shit, he and I both knew it, but it made her happier "knowing" that it was a purely anatomical deficiency and not just a complete lack of talent or rhythm.
While they danced I got up and rooted around in the kitchen for something to eat. I seated myself at the table and polished off an omelet and some toast, along with another cup o' coffee. I followed her lesson as I ate, picturing myself moving the way she did.
When I had finished my food and dealt with my dishes, she called me over.
"Okay, Lazybones" she said, "you take over for me, I gotta use the bathroom."
"Wait a second" he objected, "I can't dance with hi...uh...her! She's one of my best buddies!"
I nodded in agreement.
"It's only a couple of minutes you big babies, I'll be right back!"
We danced awkwardly until she'd closed the door to the bathroom.
"Bloody?" he asked.
"Bloody!" I agreed!
He mixed a couple of drinks and then stood where she left us, drinking not dancing, until we heard the flush.
When she returned we were dutifully moving to the music, drinks in hand. The alcohol actually seemed to loosen him up, I noticed. His moves were not so mechanical. As for me, I just moved without thinking about it too much.
"Very nice!" she said.
I gave a little bow and moved to sit back down. She was having none of it though, and insisted that I keep dancing while she watched. She kept up a running commentary while I moved: "Stick it out more, and figure eight, like I showed you last night...yeah, just like that! What are you doing with your hands?? Wave 'em in the air, like ya just don't care, okay, watch me...just like this..." and so on. I had broken a sweat by the time she let me sit down. Pauli had used her preoccupation with me to grab another couple of bloodys. I accepted one gratefully.
"What none for me?" she asked.
"Will it make your clothes fall off again?" I asked
"Tsk, dirty elf, all you wanna do is screw, huh?" she laughed.
I simply grinned at her.
Pauli handed her a glass and she drank deeply.
"Mmm...that's good stuff!" she said, "I don't see either of you losing clothes, and I know you've had at least two each!"
Pauli was the first to act this time, he stood and peeled out of his tee shirt, revealing a well-tanned torso.
"That's what I'm talkin' about" she purred, "now how about you, Dr. Tits?"
I chuckled at her, "Show me what you want to see Wahini."
She grinned fiercely at me, before sitting up straight and untying the knot holding her shirt closed. Her ample chest was free of the confining cotton in seconds. Following her lead, I lifted my T-shirt up and off over my head, tossing it back into the pocket dimension of my "bags".
"That's much better" she said, and then to Pauli "What's it gonna take to get you out of your shorts?"
He grinned at her "All you gotta do is ask, girl!"
She fluttered her eyelashes at him, "Pauli, would you please drop your shorts for me?"
He pretended to think about it for a second before hastily ditching his bermies. His hard-on stood proudly erect, and her eyes seemed to light up at the sight of it.
"Mmm...yummy!" she purred as she bent over took him between her lips.
I sat watching while she sucked him off. Feeling myself getting hot and wet while her lips moved back and forth on his shaft, I tried to decide what about the scene was making me horny. The way she looked and sounded as she worked him over, or the fact that there was a hard dick getting serviced within arms reach. I decided I didn't really care and pulled my shorts off as well. I leaned back against the arm of the couch and spread my legs, with my hands between my thighs I opened myself and slid a couple of fingers in, knuckle-deep.
Now, she was the only one with any clothing still on. Pauli caught my eye and nodded, then moved to the opposite end of the couch. She followed him, shifting position so that she was on her knees, leaning over the opposite arm of the couch while she sucked his dick. I quit banging myself and moved toward her. Placing my hands on her waist, I slid my fingers into the elastic waistband of her running shorts. I slid her shorts back and over the pronounced curve of her luscious ass until they stopped at her knees.
Her ass in the air was irresistible. I spread her cheeks and buried my tongue, giving her a thorough rimming. She moaned around his cock, and spread her legs as far as her shorts would let her. With one hand on her ass, I slid the other between her thighs to play with her pussy. I pulled my face away from her sweet ass, but kept my hand between her thighs, my fingers dancing on her clit. She rocked her whole body back and forth while she sucked him; burying his cock in her throat at one end, and my fingers in her pussy at the other.
"I'm gonna come" he growled.
She moaned and moved faster, stroking his balls with one hand, while she braced herself on the arm of the couch with the other.
His orgasm was powerful. He emptied his balls into her mouth while she sucked and stroked him. He had to brace himself on the back of the couch before she released his tool from her lips. She then dropped to the couch and rolled over, pulling her knees up to her chest and savagely yanking her shorts off. She lay with her legs spread, panting her need to me. I lay on my belly on the couch with my face inches from her sex. She lay on the opposite arm of the couch while my knees pressed against the arm at my end. I lifted my ass and slid my arms under her thighs to put myself in a more comfortable position. Then I began to tease her pussy with my lips and tongue; lightly kissing the soft flesh surrounding the center of her, breathing hotly on the slick folds of flesh between her thighs. Her need was great, and she tangled her fingers in my long cobalt hair, in an attempt to guide my lips and tongue where she wanted them.
"Oh oh oh...oh you dirty elf!" she panted, "stop teasing me!"
"Mmm...no!" I replied and flicked my tongue lightly across her clit.
She squirmed attractively on Pauli's couch, and the noises she made got me even hotter. I could feel myself getting slippery and finally I did quit teasing her and slid my tongue deep inside her pussy. She moaned loudly while I tongue-fucked her. Paul sat across from us, stroking himself back to life as he watched. I moved one hand under her as she squirmed, and pressed the pad of my thumb against her asshole. She writhed as I slid my tongue in and out of her, occasionally flicking it over her clit. Her body was not really under her control anymore, it was all nerves and hormones. She arched her back, lifting off the couch again, and came down heavily, burying my thumb in her ass. She cried out, but did not pull away. Instead she ground down on my thumb, taking it as deep as it could go. A gush of liquid warmth flooded my tongue as she rode her orgasm out on my face and fingers.
"Holy shit that's hot!" said Paulie.
I flicked my tongue across her clit again, and she flinched violently.
