Chapter 2

The Private Show

I got some water for you which you drank copiously. “Ah, that’s good, thanks, I needed to rehydrate. Now it’s my turn,” you smiled wickedly. “Just stay there on the bed, this will take a while to prep.”

Curious, I did what I was told and turned on the lights while I waited. Flipped the tv on since I suspected I might be here a while, I did what any red-blooded male does, channel surf. There really wasn’t much to see, and it wasn’t like home where I had a multitude of channels to choose from. I settled on a music channel and selected jazz. I must’ve have fallen asleep when I was startled by your voice, “A couple of more minutes, hun. Promise.” I began to hear some music coming from the bathroom. I couldn’t quite make it out thru the door, then lights went off in the bathroom, and the door was opened slightly. I flipped the TV sound off.

Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” was unmistakable as you cranked up the volume on your iPhone. A little leg or actually ankle, then a smiling face peeked out of the doorway. A lot more leg, which was pretty bare, and then you came out to show me your outfit. You had on black heels, short mini plaid skirt, a long sleeve white blouse, white thigh-high hose, and hair in two ponytails that completed the schoolgirl look. I was grinning from ear to ear. I forgot the lights were on in the room, and you strutted over to the main light switch to flip it off. You moved over to nightstand lights on one side, bending over with great exaggeration to expose your lovely ass, and flipped the light off. Walking over to the other side of the bed, you once again did the same thing and made sure you expose as much as you could. That red thong didn’t hide much, and it also let me know there was something else underneath that.

You walked over to the curtains to close the sheer panels on both sides. You turned around to face me. Dancing to the beat of the music was a joy for me to watch. I knew I was in for a real treat. Granted, you weren’t a professional, but I knew that your sole purpose was to tease and entice me. The song wasn’t very long at 4 minutes plus, but it was enough to warm you and get my blood circulating.

Then I heard Eric Clapton’s Blues in A start it’s mournful wail. You paraded to the middle of the window and turned your back towards me, looking over your shoulder with that come hither. You slowly turned your head in the other direction and repeated that look, giving a more smoldering look. Turning with music back to face me, you swayed with the music, as if the tune was feeling you. Hips swaying in a slow rhythmic beat, the dance was mesmerizing. Rotating to give me a profile of you, you reached down and pretended to be adjusting your shoes, but really it was to give your skirt another chance to ride up to show that nice round ass. Turning your body again to face me, you did the same bend again and then, feigning surprise, stood up and wagged your fingers to the outside as to admonish the ghostly viewers. You then unbuttoned one of the buttons on the cuff and did the same to the other side. You pulled up the sleeve to show your wrist, and my mouth went a little dry. Reaching for the sleeve buttons, you undid those and rolled up the sleeves a little. You reached for the top button of the shirt to open that one and allowed your hands to drift to the bottom-most button and opened that one. You pulled the chair from the desk and placed in near me.

You lifted your legs to casually remove your shoes by kicking them off one by one. Placing your leg onto the chair and, with slow deliberateness, rolled your hose off your legs while closing your eyes as if removing them gave you such sensuous pleasure. After taking the stockings off both legs, you let fall unto my hard cock, and you smiled upon seeing the precum on it. I reached to touch you, but you stepped back, and with all the sultriness, you could muster,

“Not yet.”

Moving the chair out of the way, for now, you began to unbutton your shirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, you finished and then turned around. In true striptease fashion, you opened your shirt while your back was towards me and then shrugging your shoulders, let it fall off. Holding it in front of you, you turned around to face me and move towards the light filtering curtains on one side. You place that curtain in front of your body and then let your shirt slowly let fall away and displayed a very tiny top that barely hid your nipples. The rest of your boobs were exposed. Walking alongside the window, holding on to one side of the curtain, you drew back one side of the panel.and then repeated to close the other side. You heard the audible cue that lets you know you are now at the halfway mark.

You spun around to face the outside and grasping both panels you just closed you opened them up again. You were showing the world your near topless body. There was only a tiny little bikini top covering your nipples, and I know how hard that was for you to expose yourself to the world like that. You quickly moved to open the curtains on both sides, again exposing us to the outside world. Turning back to me, I knew you were as excited because both of your nipples were very hard and protruding in the bikini top.

By now, the audio cue for the two minutes kicked in. You leisurely pulled down the zipper on the back of the skirt and making a little cooing sound to tell me that removing it is giving you immense gratification. Pushing the short skirt down, you revealed the red thong underneath, stepping away from the skirt. Moving and swaying to the 4 beat blues with nothing more than a string top and thong made if very difficult for me. I simply want to reach out and throw you on the bed and fuck your brains out. But you were putting on a show of a lifetime for me. You tugged at the bikini top and went to the window. Still facing the outside, you pulled the top string and the then the back string but held the bikini up to your tits to hide your nipples. You then simply dropped to reveal them to the outside world. Turning around and facing me, you rolled your nipples and looked at me as if to say, “you want these, don’t you?”

At the one minute mark, You tugged the thong and let slide down your legs and stepped out of them to show me a tie-side microkini bottom. It barely covered your pussy. I could tell it was sopping wet because the material had different and darker shade going on. You strutted back and forth in front of the window. You turned around and had your back to me and pulled the knots on both sides. You were still facing the open window and simply tossed the bottom to the ground and spun to face me.

I started to get up, but you stopped and said in a halting voice, “No, not yet, I’m not through with you yet. I was in for another surprise. The curtains to the window were open, and if anyone was looking, they could see the silhouette of you near me. The only light was from the tv, and it was very dim.