I rid myself of my coat and realized I still had on my dancing outfit, which left little to the imagination. When he returned, I stood in the living room in my heels, panties, and bra, with him between me and the hallway to my bedroom.
“Everything looks clear, including your clos…” he stopped mid-word as he saw me standing there exposed. He took me in with a full body scan from my legs up to my breasts. He paused there for a second and we both held our breaths.
It was one thing for him to see me on stage. I danced on the stage and he sit down below, like an invisible barrier existed between us. Plus, I was elevated. Above him. Safe.
Here though, only six feet away, all that stood between him and my naked body were a sequined bra and panties. My pussy clenched at the almost feral look that I saw in his eyes when they finally lifted to meet mine.
“So, you’re saying I’m safe here?”
“Yes. From your ex-husband, anyway.” He moved closer before moving to my left and walking around me. His eyes didn’t leave my body as he appraised me like a John visiting a brothel. I swear, his nostrils flared as I heard him breath out sharply through his nose.
My breath quickened, and I felt my chest tighten. Thoughts of him touching my body and me touching him competed with my worries about what Ass-Hat was up to and how I could fix it.
Ever since that first night I danced for Dirk, my Mr. Dark Eyes, and then pleasured him in the Cherry Pit, my life had grown complicated. I had a nice practice helping the wealthiest and most famous people on the West Coast deal with their sexual dysfunctions. My divorce and custody arrangement had been stable for two years. Until this last year, I had a big, strong fireman to help satisfy my sexual urges when needed.
Now, I felt like I was walking a tightrope twelve stories up, with nothing to balance and swirling winds blowing all around me.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked when he finished his circuit around me and stood directly in front of me again. My nipples hardened and were visible through the fabric of my bra. My panties dampened.
“Yes. I do.”
“Does that mean you want that lap dance now?”
He didn’t answer. He just leaned in, placed one hand on the nape of my neck, and kissed me.
I closed my eyes and moaned as his kiss took me by surprise.
His hands were on me immediately. First at my sides, then on my hips, before squeezing my ass and spreading my cheeks. Roaming up to my breasts, his hands moved as fast as my heartbeat. I struggled to catch my breath.
I could think of a hundred reasons not to fuck Dirk tonight, but none of them seemed big enough to stop us.
When his lips left mine, I gasped out, “Is that a yes?”
He slipped the straps of my bra off my shoulders and pulled the fabric down, exposing both of my breasts. My breath came hard and fast before he latched onto one breast and sounds of him sucking on my nipple competed with my moans. He kissed and sucked each breast eagerly. My nipples hardened. My heart pounded.
“You taking my… clothes off… works too. I guess.” I managed between open mouthed gasps. My hands clutched at the back of his head and twined in his short hair. He pulled in as much of my breast as he could manage while pressing down on my nipple with his tongue, as if he wanted to make it inverted.Am I going to orgasm just from him sucking my tits?
He slipped a hand inside my panties and I could hear the wet sounds of his fingers pushing into my pussy. With now slick fingers, he rubbed my clit, and he didn’t let up on my nipples.
I threw my head back as the first orgasm pulsed through me. “Fuck yes, Dirk!” I held on to him as my knees weakened and my thighs shook. I could barely stand, but I didn’t want him to stop.
Dirk bent over, cradled my knees with one arm and lifted me up and in to his arms. As he whisked me away to my bedroom, I let the wave of the last orgasm subside and tried to catch my breath. He sat me down on the bed, turned on a lamp on the nightstand, and then stepped back to take off his clothes.
I had the powerful urge to rip off his clothes, but I slid to the center of the bed and just watched. My breathing and the subtle sounds of cloth sliding over flesh were the only sounds.
“Looks like I get the strip-tease tonight.”
“Yes. Just sit back and observe.”
As his shirt came off, I melted, gazing at the muscles in his chest and abs. He moved his hips and swayed his shoulders in time to some music that only he could hear. When he slid off his slacks, I could see his powerful thigh muscles. I drew my eyes to the bulge in his boxer briefs.
“Where are the boxers?”
“I like the snugness of briefs.”
“I think you should take those off, too.”
He turned around, showing me his ass. Bending over, he slid the briefs down his legs until he could step out of them.
