A week had passed since my audition at Karen’s place. She had taken me to her club ‘Hedonism Inc.’ and shown me around. I had met all of the other dancers and each of them in turn had danced for me. It was something of a tradition apparently, but showed me exactly what was expected. All of the girls were stunning beyond belief and one or two of them left me in a somewhat heightened state by the end of their performance. I was to work a little with Karen and a couple of the other girls perfecting my routine, but first Karen told me I would need some ‘suitable’ clothes for the occasion. She had arranged for us to meet at a very exclusive lingerie boutique that following day at 2 O’clock.
Around 11:30 the next morning I took a call from Karen saying she couldn’t make it and that I should go along by myself. The lady who owned the shop was expecting me, and that I should pick out at least six different combinations. Hedonism Inc. had an account there and that I shouldn’t waste my time looking at the price tags.
That afternoon I strolled from the bus stop to the address I had taken from Karen. I must confess I was aware of butterflies in my stomach as I walked along the street, thinking about exactly what I was letting myself in for.
I think that’s the thing with exhibitionists. People assume we must be confident to be able to display ourselves to strangers, but in a way it is quite the contrary. I suppose if I had been a confident person I would have been able to walk straight up to someone I found attractive and seduce them with words. Instead, I have relied on little teases from afar and then I have taken my pleasure alone at home or with a boyfriend who couldn’t comprehend what had hit him and certainly not what I was thinking about.
Walking down the street I realized what an exclusive part of town I was in. It was one of those areas where the cost of renting a shop was far greater than any profit the boutiques could possibly make. It was where the wives, partners and lovers of the wealthy lived out their expensive hobbies, but with more than a little style.
I finally reached the address on my scrap of paper. I could see that it was a very cute little salon in the provincial French style. I reached for the door handle and pushed. The door stood fast. My eyes were then drawn to the, mildly pretentious, ‘fermé’ sign behind the windowpane. I swore under my breath. Shielding my eyes with a hand from the reflection, I peered inside to see if anyone was there…No one.
I spotted a small, brass mounted bell which I could hear ringing within the store as I pressed it. Finally, after about thirty seconds of incessant ringing and just before I was about to give up, my eyes were drawn to movement inside. I straightened up as a young man approached the door.
“We’re closed!” he shouted, gesticulating to the sign behind the door.
“But I have an appointment,” I called in reply.
“What?”
“An appointment…I am expected.”
He clearly couldn’t hear me properly and I stood back as he began to draw the bolts aside. Twisting the key in its lock, he finally pulled the door open, a tiny bell ringing as he drew it inwards.
“I’m sorry Miss we are closed this afternoon,” The boy explained, his voice somewhat calmer.
“But I was told to come here for 2’Oclock,” I replied, desperately trying to keep the exasperation from my voice.
“Really?” he asked. “You’re not one of the Hedonism girls are you?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Or yes, I will be anyway. Karen said she’d booked an appointment for me.”
“Jesus! I’m so sorry Miss. I don’t actually work in the shop. It’s my mum’s, but she ran off to console my Aunt this morning – probably been dumped by yet another husband or something – Come on in…Christ I’m so sorry! She should’ve called you!”
I stepped into the shop and took in the Aladdin’s cave of treasures. It was a fairly small boutique really. The floor was white-painted wood. There were pine shelf units and drawers lining every wall all painted in that distressed look, sky blue. “Look!” he said. “I’m just here doing some work on the computer. Why don’t you look around, try whatever you want to and if you decide to take something away we’ll jot it down and my mum can sort it out with your boss. Ok Miss?” He smiled at me.
“That’s very kind of you…?”
“Josh…er sorry.”
“That’s very kind of you Josh and for God’s sake stop calling me Miss, you make me feel ancient. I’m Mandy.”
Josh smiled shyly, his cheeks reddening just a touch.
“Can I…er take your coat?” he asked.
I smiled as I popped the buttons on my cute little PVC raincoat. I saw Josh bashfully, steal a look at my chest pressing tightly against my lamb’s wool turtleneck as I handed him the coat.
Josh was a handsome young man. Eighteen, nineteen or maybe twenty, I would have guessed. He wasn’t classically handsome. Not at all the athletic, square-jawed sort of handsome anyway. I suppose pretty or even beautiful might have been a better way to describe him. He had that look that is the vogue with male models these days. He was slim without being particularly muscular. He had the kind of smooth pale skin that many women would kill for. His lips were full and soft and almost feminine. His features were quite sharp I suppose. But most striking of all were his piercing blue/gray eyes that shone out beneath his unkempt longish brown hair. I guess you could say he had a kind of grungy look about him, but it looked very precisely and very expensively achieved and didn’t, at all, look just dirty or scruffy.
He took my coat and hung it over the shoulders of an antique tailor’s dummy in the corner.
“I’ll just um…get back to work then,” he said. “Give me a shout if you need anything. I’m just through here.” He indicated a door to the side of the counter.
“Thank you Josh, you are very sweet,” I replied, slightly shocked by my blatantly flirtatious manor.
“Er…ok,” he said, hiding behind his mop of hair and shuffling out of the room.
I spun 360 degrees and took in my surroundings. I was like a kid with the key to the candy store. Lingerie has always been a passion of mine, but I could rarely afford it and I am afraid I have been cursed with excellent taste. This stuff was the real thing however, none of your Anne Summers rubbish here. It was French silks and Italian lace, items of exquisite beauty and subtlety, of outrageous daring and pure seduction. I couldn’t wait to begin, as my eyes feasted on the row upon row of quite spectacular lingerie.
As I flicked through rail after rail I realized I was in danger of wanting absolutely everything so, I made myself relax, took a deep breath and decided to select one or two sets at a time. I have always had a thing for lace and although I look great in a thong, I simply love to wear tiny boy shorts style panties. I find, even with a great ass like mine, covering up that little bit more can almost prove to be more seductive. So, I selected two complete sets. The first was a pair of black, lacey panties and matching bra of the most exquisite quality and the second a white silk thong, again with matching brassiere.
Karen had warned me that push-up bras were fine, but padded bras were best avoided for dancing in, but conceded, looking at my chest, that that wouldn’t really be an issue for me anyway. I stepped through to the changing room which was deceptively large once inside. It was very plain indeed, but for a pretty, modern looking, brown leather armchair. It was low seated with wide arms – Too much detail? – Not really – You will see why soon enough. There were two enormous, gilt framed, mirrors, rising from floor to ceiling on either wall of the room and a few strategically placed pegs for the hanging of clothes.
As I drew the curtain to, I could see Josh, sitting at his desk, typing figures into the computer. I felt a little thrill shoot through my body.
I kicked off my shoes. I’d worn a pair of pretty high, black, heels in anticipation of wanting to see the complete picture as I tried on this wonderful underwear. I unzipped my tight woolen skirt and let it drop to the floor before reaching to my neck and slipping off my sweater. Ever meticulous, I folded my discarded clothes and placed them neatly on the chair. I’d worn some nice cotton underwear today, but looking at my reflection in one of the huge mirrors I could see how it was nothing compared to the lingerie I was about to try on.
I have no idea why, but for as long as I can remember, I have found myself getting turned on by stripping off in unfamiliar surroundings and as I reached behind my back to unclip my bra I could feel my nipples tighten. It certainly heightened things knowing that the beautiful Josh was sat just a matter of a few feet beyond the flimsy curtain. I slipped the bra from my shoulders and standing up straight, in front of the mirror, I admired my reflection. I love my tits…they are, to my mind, the perfect size and they are as full and firm as when I was 17. The nipples are still the full, pouting pink of a teenager’s. I couldn’t help myself from lifting my fingertips to my nipples and feeling them swell to my touch. Looking up I let my hands slide lower and beneath the elastic of my panties. I drew them downwards exposing my soft little pussy. I had always, even when I was without a boyfriend, been obsessive about shaving my pussy. But, on Karen’s recommendation, I had taken my first bikini wax, two days ago. The soft folds of skin were completely hair free and all that remained was a short-cropped rectangle above my slit. I allowed myself to stroke the baby soft flesh, but not my slit as I knew what would happen if I began to tease myself so soon.
Of course, ordinarily and quite rightly, it would be unacceptable to try on panties in a boutique such as this. However, as Karen had explained to me, providing I pick out the correct size, I should try on anything that took my fancy. Hedonism Inc would buy any panties that had been worn, even if the girl chose not to use them in her show and besides, lingerie was tax deductible in this game. The girls felt it was vital to try on all garments with the correct underwear so as to get the full picture.
Before I got myself too excited I slipped off my panties and put them, together with my bra, with my other clothes.
First, I tried on the black lace shorts and oh my God! It was as though they had been made just for me. They covered me like a second skin and showed off every contour to perfection. Using the two mirrors I examined my rear view and fell in love. The panties climbed just high enough up my ass, exposing a generous amount of cheek. Naughtily, I bent to touch my toes and to admire the view that people would be paying good money to see soon enough.
Next, I slipped on the bra, adjusting the straps where necessary. This bra was not a push-up, which was my preference. My tits are big enough and firm enough not to need one and I like the way they look when they are slightly independent of each other. If I want a cleavage, particularly in a dancing scenario, all I have to do is squeeze my arms together, which is exactly what I did now. Quite perfect!
Ok! Now here’s where I began to get a little naughty. If you’d asked me at that moment I would have said that I honestly just wanted to check if there was a matching suspender belt, but now, like you, I would raise an eyebrow at what I got up to next.
I slid the curtain open noisily so that Josh would look over and, precisely on cue he did so. Taking in the sight of me in those lacy boy shorts and bra alone is head immediately snapped back to his computer screen his cheeks beet red.
“Josh?” I questioned in that singsong way.
He coughed and then replied, “Yes?”
“Do you know if there is a suspender belt to go with this?” I asked, all coy.
“I could check on the computer,” he croaked.
“No don’t do that. I’ll tell you the name of this set and you can check on that rail over there.”
He had to look up as I pointed and I made sure he got a good look at my lithe form.
“I’d check myself, but what if someone saw me through the window?” I asked, little miss prim and proper.
“Um…ok,” he replied, eyes once again fixed on the ground.
As Josh crossed the floor to the rail I indicated he said, “I could pull the blinds down if you like. That way you can come and go as you please, no matter how undressed…I mean whatever you are wearing.”
“Oh you are sweet Josh.” I said
I heard the poor boy crashing about drawing the blinds before going back to the rail.
“Found it,” he cried.
Josh walked slowly to where I stood in the changing room doorway, eyes staring at the ground the whole time. He handed the suspender belt to me without looking up. Naughtily, I caressed the back of his hand as I took it from him.
“Thanks Josh! You wouldn’t be a sweetie and find me some stockings would you?”
I told him what I was after and he shuffled off to get me some, searching through the drawers at the back of the counter. As I waited I fastened the belt about my waist.
As Josh passed me the stockings he mumbled that he had better get back to work and strode back to his desk. Was that a little limp in his stride? I grinned to myself.
I retired back inside the changing room and removed the stockings from their packaging. Raising one leg at a time onto the arm of the chair, I slowly drew the stockings up each silky soft leg. I fastened them to the suspenders and slipping on my shoes I admired my reflection in the mirror.
As I looked up my heart skipped a beat. I don’t think I have ever worn anything sexier in my life. I could feel a stirring between my legs and was anxious to explore it with my fingers, but I forced myself not to. All good things come to those who wait, I told myself and deciding that I had already found one complete set of lingerie, I set about removing it so that I could move on to trying the next.
You have absolutely no idea how hard it was for me to not allow my hands to test the soft folds of flesh between my thighs as I slipped off one garment after another. I stared at myself in the mirror when I was wearing nothing more than my high heels and the sheer, black stockings and ached to slide a finger between my hot, moist lips, but I knew, I was here for business and told myself there would be plenty of time for pleasure sooner or later.
Next, I tried on the white ensemble and again, knew I had found something special straight away. The cool silk pressing against my newly waxed pussy was pure heaven. Again I drew back the curtain and went out onto the shop floor in search of the necessary accessories. As I stepped out I noticed Josh was no longer at his desk and was surprised by the sudden feeling of disappointment I felt. Almost immediately however, I heard a noise coming from the far end of the darkened storeroom and wondered if he had perhaps slipped away to find a better vantage point. Well, as I am sure you can imagine, I had ways and means of putting that to the test and smiling to myself, I realized the show was really just beginning.
Once I had located the appropriate suspender belt and white stockings I stepped back into the changing room. This time however, I did not draw the curtain.
Standing right in front of the doorway I fastened the belt around my slim little waist and then slowly and as seductively as I could manage, I pulled on the stockings one by one. When I had fastened them in place I stood there facing the mirror, hands on hips and took in my reflection.
This was my idea of heaven – being told I could select, pretty much any items of the most beautiful lingerie I had ever come across and what’s more, being able to display myself wearing it to a very attractive young man.
I turned my back to the door, giving Josh the perfect view of my rear and bent forwards, just a little. Once again, I turned to face out of the doorway and turned my head to admire my reflection. My hands reached up to my breasts and I caressed them lightly, admiring the beautiful white silk and feeling my tight little nipples beneath.
“Josh?” I called out and desperately tried to stifle my grin as I heard a box being knocked over clumsily.
“Er… yes… just coming,” he cried.
I bet you are, I thought.
He staggered out of the room looking more than a little disheveled, but at least this time his eyes locked onto mine.
“How can I help?” he asked, an embarrassed smile on his lips.
Knowing fine well I was taking this set whatever, I asked him,
“I’m not sure about this stuff what do you think? Come closer so you can see me properly.”
He stepped towards me, desperately trying to hide the erection within his pants. Part of me wanted to burst out laughing another part wanted to unzip his jeans and remove is stiff cock and to take it in my mouth there and then. However, that is not how a true exhibitionist does things and I was only getting warmed up.
“So?” I questioned almost aggressively.
“You look…you look absolutely fucking amazing,” he said, his eyes scanning me up and down.
“Ah! Thank you Josh. I guess I’d better take it then, for you if no one else.” I briefly stroked his burning cheek with the side of a thumb.
“Now! Run along back to your little storeroom while I try on a few more garments and remember…no peeking.” I instructed, giggling and tapping him lightly on the behind as he turned away.
I stepped out into the shop and selected several more combinations to try on, all singularly beautiful, all capable of making a grown man and many women weep. Slinking back to the changing room I drew the curtain closed…but not all of the way.
This is a skill I have developed over many years. I know exactly how hard to pull a curtain, in one go, so that a large enough gap is left to see through, but not enough to be obvious that it was intentional. Just ask my old neighbors. I know exactly how to push a door shut so that it doesn’t quite catch and bounces open a little, by which point I have already turned my back and am removing my bra. I know exactly how far to lean over to expose cleavage without looking like I am purposely revealing myself. I know exactly how to drop a towel when changing at the beach and make it look as though it were an accident. Christ! I even know how far ahead of a sexy guy I need to be on the escalator so that he can see up beneath my mini skirt and realise I am wearing no panties just as I disappear around a corner at the top. I am a tease and an exhibitionist and am quite proud of it.
When I was sure I had given Josh enough time to return to his viewing point I turned away from him, just behind the gap and unclipped the bra. I slid it off my arms and tossed it into a pile with the other items I had already selected. I allowed myself a little treat and teased my nipples with my fingertips and felt them swell into tight little buds. My hands slid downwards and one by one I unclipped the fasteners from the stockings. I rolled one, then the other down my long, sleek legs very slowly, bending at the hip as I did so, imagining Josh stroking himself while he watched. I removed the suspender belt and stood there, facing away from him, in nothing, but a tiny little thong. I was about to slip that off too when I thought I should give the poor boy a treat too and turned around offering him a glimpse of my naked breasts. My fingers slid beneath the waistband of the panties and I made as though I was about to slip them off when I stepped forward and out of his view. I removed them quickly and tossed them past the gap, reveling in the game, feeling Josh’s frustration as I denied him the view he, no doubt craved.
This is another skill of the master exhibitionist. Anyone can get naked in front of a stranger, but knowing how to pace the situation is what it is all about. Christ! it’s like making love! There is a time for throwing yourself into it fully, but there is a time for denial, for holding back, for teasing and I really know how to tease.
Once I’d slipped off the thong and was standing in private again, thoroughly naked, I stood there trembling. I had my eyes tight shut and was biting onto my bottom lip. I was desperate to slide my fingers inside my soaking wet slit. My clitoris was begging to be teased mercilessly, but I knew that I mustn’t do it. The frustration was almost too much to bear, but was too delicious not too. I knew the climax would come, maybe not here in this shop, but it would come and there would be many more to follow too. Perhaps, I considered, I might lie in the bath, teasing my poor, frustrated, little clit with hot jets of water and think back to this moment.
I tried on numerous lingerie ensembles, every single one quite beautiful. Twice more I dragged the poor flustered Josh from his hiding place. Once when I wanted him to observe my ass cheeks poking out from a pair of tight, ivory, silk French knickers, my nipples poking out of the matching camisole and once more when I wanted him to see my naked breasts and exposed pussy beneath a sheer, black g-string and the matching brassiere.
Every time I undressed I would give Josh a little more. The view of my breasts from the side perhaps, taught nipples pointing upwards. Or I would slip off the panties facing at an angle to him so that he could not quite view the delights between my legs. As time went on however, I started giving him flashes of pussy, first legs together facing towards him and only for a second and then legs slightly parted. I had even bent forwards, pretending to pick up a discarded stocking, giving him every man’s wet dream, the full view of my clean-shaven slit from behind.
I must stress that all this time I was getting myself hotter and hotter too. I knew the time was approaching when I could finally let my fingers slide deep inside and let my juices flow across them. When I could take two fingers and circle my poor, swollen clit around and around until the shocks would fire throughout my body, until my muscles would contract and my breath would catch, until my ass hole would tighten and my orgasm would take me over completely and fully. But! I was not quite ready yet…
I was standing in the shop wearing the sheer combination and had just sent Josh back to the storeroom. I was finally coming to the conclusion that nine different sets of lingerie was probably quite enough for now and was about to go back to the changing room and bring my show to its conclusion when I saw it…
It was the most wonderful, black, satin corset I had ever laid my eyes upon. I had always desired a corset of my own, but could never find enough of a reason to buy one for myself and I’m a girl who can give herself good reasons for doing just about anything she desires. No matter how many hints I dropped to past boyfriends, they were always too stupid or too lazy to pick up on them. Now however, I just had to try it on.
It was wonderfully soft and smooth to the touch. The top line was cut in a perfectly straight, horizontal line, but the under wiring thrust your breasts upwards into two perfect round globes.
Grabbing a pair of fishnet stay ups and a suitable black thong, I almost ran back to the changing room. I stripped off quickly, neither knowing nor caring whether Josh was watching. One by one I pulled on the fishnets. I grabbed the corset and holding my arms high in the air I slipped it over my head and shoulders. It fastened with a lace at the back, something I was not sure I could tighten all on my own.
“Josh? Will you come here please?” I shouted, before I realized I had not yet put the panties on. “Yes Mandy? What would you like?” he asked.
“You!” I teased, tearing open the curtain.
I swear Josh’s jaw visibly dropped when he saw me standing there in my current attire.
“Wow!” he breathed his eyes wide open.
“Would you be a sweetheart and fasten me up Josh?” I pleaded. “God alone knows how I can use this in my act, but I simply must try.”
“You have to have it Mandy!” Josh exclaimed. “You look so…so beautiful.”
My heart melted a little then. Despite only being a year or two older than Josh I had thought of him as a boy, but here he was proving himself to be just about as gallant a gentleman as I had ever had the pleasure to meet. I leaned in and kissed him lightly against the cheek. He blushed and so did I as our gaze held.
Finally I broke the tension by spinning around and saying, with a glint in my eye.
“Ok! Tie me in big boy.”
“How the hell could I strip out of this thing?” I asked, rhetorically as I felt Josh working his way down my spine tightening each loop, drawing the corset together on either side.
“You’d be surprised what some of the girls can get out of,” he replied.
“So Joshua?” I teased. “Where have you been going on your evenings off?”
“I…um…it’s just…lots of the girls come here and they ask me to come and see them sometimes and they are…um…very nice and” he stammered.
“It’s ok Josh I’m just teasing,” I said softly. “I would be honored if you would come and watch me dance sometime, free of charge of course.”
Josh said nothing, but I could hear his rapid breathing behind me.
As he neared the bottom of the corset, the backs of his fingers, accidentally, I am certain, brushed against my ass cheek. His hand leapt away as though receiving a shock, but I have to admit, for that one, brief moment I felt a shiver run up my spine.
“Ok! Here we go,” Josh declared, pulling each lace tight. I felt the corset shape itself perfectly to my every curve as he tied a bow in the lose ends. I adjusted my breasts so that they sat full and precisely even, before turning around to face Josh.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Stunning. Simply stunning,” he replied.
I beamed like a schoolgirl being asked on her first date. I turned towards the mirror and I have to say he was right. I don’t think I have ever looked better. Then…it came to me…the perfect way to thank this young man for his help and to see if I really could justify the hundreds that the corset, no doubt, cost.
“Josh?” I began. “Will you do me a favor?”
“Anything Mandy,” he replied smiling.
“Can I dance for you? It would be a great way to see if I can remove this thing seductively.”
I watched as Josh noticeably swallowed.
“Er…yeah sure. That would be er…nice.” He replied.
Again, I quickly kissed him on the cheek and picking up the clothes on the leather armchair, I placed them, carefully in the far corner. I pushed the chair to the far end so it backed up against the mirror.
“Alright! We’re gonna need some music Josh,” I said.
“There’s a stereo beneath the counter.” he replied.
I strode passed him and clicking the CD player and amp on I started rifling through the compact discs. Without exception it was all classical. Now, I love classical music, but it is not the easiest music to strip to, although I did once give a private performance, to an ex-boyfriend, of the ‘Dance of the Seven Veils,’ from Strauss’ opera ‘Salome.’
“Is this all the music there is Josh?” I asked.
“Well my mum’s not really into Slipknot I am afraid. Hang on a sec; I think one of the delivery guys left something behind a while ago.
With that Josh slipped out to the office and began rifling through the drawers.
“Aha!” he cried. “Here it is.”
He came out and passed it over.
“Monsters of Rock,” I read aloud, flipping the cover and smirking.
Now, I’m really not a rock chick, but some tracks are absolutely perfect for stripping to.
“Eureka!” I shouted, “This will do very nicely indeed.”
I slid the disc into the player. Gave the volume control a generous twist to the right and pressed play.
As the first clicks of the drums filled the room, I placed my palm firmly against Josh’s chest and pushed him backwards with quite some force. I stepped after him, one foot crossing in front of the other, strutting as the guitar joined. I pushed him around and with one, final and forceful shove he fell back into the armchair, eyes staring up, mouth gaping wide as ‘Back in black by AC/DC truly kicked in.
For those of you who do not know this track, although it is by a ‘metal’ band, it has a special kind of funky groove to it and is perfect for strutting your thing to. It is all about the dancer showing off her confidence and her domination over the audience and this is exactly what I did now.
After pushing Josh to the chair I turned on my heels and striding away from giving him an eye full of my form from behind. As I reached the far end of the room I turned again and spread my legs wide. If you have long hair, dancing to tracks by heavy metal bands is pretty easy. I reached up, first one arm and then the other and loosed the bow that held my hair in its ponytail. Then, eyes shut; I rolled my head, at the last moment flicking it and causing my long, shiny hair to be freed completely, falling across my face. Then…head dipped, mouth parted seductively, eyes open and staring straight into Josh’s; I walked confidently towards him.
When I reached him I splayed my legs either side of him and leaning in quickly, placing a hand either side of his shoulders, I whipped his face once, twice, three times, four times with my hair, in perfect time with the music. I stood straight, once more looking down at him and began flicking my hair from side to side, letting my hands caress my body as I did so.
When stripping, it is very important to develop that incredibly seductive facial expression. All women know it, but not all of us use it. It’s the expression that says, “I want you and I’m going to have you.” Your eyes are hooded, your soft lips are parted, a glimpse of tongue on teeth. Your expressions work in slow motion, your eyes blink, your lips pout and your tongue licks your teeth sensually. I was using every trick in the book and not needing to act. I was wound as tight as a drum and besides; I wanted Josh as much as I have ever wanted anyone. The music and the oh so sexy clothing was causing me to throb in my most intimate of areas and as for dancing? Dancing to me is the ultimate in foreplay.
When I dance, when I strip, I tend to work on inspiration alone. I don’t really consider my next move and just let it happen which…for someone like me, can be dangerous.
As I stood there in front of this beautiful young man, pouting, running my fingers through my hair, swaying to the pulse, I let the music take charge of my body. As it reached the first guitar solo I walked forwards until my knees met the arms of the chair and leaning in, a hand on either side, I began to crawl up the chair’s wide arms, one limb at a time, again, like a predatory cat. When my lips were a mere centimeter from Josh’s I breathed out deeply, letting him feel the heat of my breath against his lips. I slid one cheek alongside his, the downy hairs making the lightest of contact with his smooth, boy-like skin. With the music, I quickly repeated the maneuver on the opposite side. Then, I drew myself up onto my knees, reaching my arms up high, clasping my hands together and throwing back my head. I clenched my ass cheeks, thrusting my pussy forwards; aware of how close it was to Josh’s soft mouth, covered only by the tiniest strip of satin. I weaved left to right, hypnotizing my victim with the flow of my body. I let my arms slowly slip downwards, my hands caressing my breasts as they moved ever lower. When they reached my sides I lowered myself down a little on my thighs and then, taking each of Josh’s hands in my own I thrust them, firmly, one on either of my ass cheeks. I held them there as I gyrated; letting him feel my tense muscles beneath the soft, warm flesh, before feigning an expression of absolute shock and slapping him, quite hard, across the cheek. His hands leapt away, a look of genuine surprise on his face as I leaned very close into him and whispered,
“You can look…but you cannot touch.”
“But…” he began to protest.
I placed my index finger hard against his lips, “Shhhh!” I whispered, before crawling backwards, crouching low off the chair, my lips following the contour of his body, so very closely, pausing momentarily over his crotch.
Once again on my feet I turned away from Josh and, setting my legs apart, I danced for him, squatting low down and then rising slowly, feeling my thigh muscles burn. I bent forwards offering Josh the view of my naked behind, hardly covered at all by the tiny thong and this…this is where I got really naughty.
I knew that if I opened my legs wider Josh would get the perfect view of my soft pussy lips and only my slit, would be covered by the satin. One at a time I opened my legs before bending even lower and touching my palms to the floor.
I slowly raised myself up to a standing position and peered over my shoulder to see the stunned expression on Josh’s face, his fingers gripping into the armchair, hard.
I was contemplating how to remove the fabulous corset seductively, when it struck me…I shouldn’t.
Stripping, like true exhibitionism is as much knowing what not to remove, as it is what to remove. I knew our regular dances at Hedonism Inc involved exposing your breasts only. I also knew that a girl could earn extra money showing a little more in one of the private rooms. I reasoned that this was a private room, of sorts and how wonderful it would feel to have my breasts covered inside the corset, my fishnets still on and…well…you can guess the rest.
Taking a pace forwards, still flowing to the rhythm of AC/DC, I allowed my hands to slip either side of the thong’s waistband. I teased a little, sliding my hands up and down, pushing my peachy little butt towards Josh before, slowly, I slid them about halfway down my thighs.
This was just about as hot as I had ever felt removing my clothes. You cannot describe the feeling of your pussy exposed and vulnerable, where it really shouldn’t be, with words alone. I could feel my labia, swollen and burning to be caressed, my clitoris, tight and throbbing, desperate for attention.
I spun around to face Josh, releasing my hands from the panties, holding them in place with my open thighs. I looked down at him and slid my index finger between my teeth biting onto it, a faux expression of innocence on my face.
As I took in Josh’s expression, his eyes wide, pupils dilated, staring at my naked little pussy before him, I drew my knees together and sliding into a crouch I pulled down the thong and stepped out of it. Once again I moved towards him, one leg in front of the other, thighs close together, my finger still teasing my moist mouth. All he would be able to see would be the little strip of hair indicating my hidden treasures. As my legs met his I reached forwards and pressed a palm against either side of his head, thrusting it backwards, forcing him to look into my eyes instead of between my legs. I pouted my lips as though I were going to kiss him and watched as his, reflexively mirrored mine. As my legs, once again, straddled the armchair I held his head, firmly, in place. My legs were open wide and I felt my wet pussy lips part. I climbed higher and held myself upright, my throbbing little pussy, half a breath from Josh’s soft lips, but I wouldn’t let him look. I held his gaze with my eyes as my fingers raked tightly into his hair. I wanted him to smell me, to feel the intense heat he had created within me, but above all…I wanted him to be denied me. I began to gyrate my crotch in a circular motion before him as I shut my eyes tight, biting onto my lower lip. I wanted nothing more than to thrust his mouth between my legs, to have him eat me there and then, but that was not how I played things. The tease was as much for me as it was for my victim.
Slowly, I crawled lower onto the arms of the chair. I released his head, but his eyes remained fixedly on mine. I found myself smiling a gentle, loving smile at him. His lips twitched a smile momentarily, acknowledging mine, before I again, naturally, adopted my expression of pure passion.
Squatting down a little my left hand reached for Josh’s right and I held it softly for a moment, feeling it shake. I gently closed all but two of his fingers and then guided them between my legs. Even before any contact was made I saw Josh shut his eyes and gasp. I held them there, honestly unaware of whether I would touch them to me or not, but…I did.
I pressed them into the base of my slit and slowly drew them upwards, feeling my lips part as they slid higher. I too shut my eyes and threw back my head thrilling beneath the boy’s touch. As his fingers traveled to the top of my slit I pressed them deep beneath the hood of my clit and moaned from the contact before letting go of his hand. His fingers stayed in place and opening my eyes, I slapped him, hard across the cheek. Tears pricked his now open eyes and his cheek burned crimson.
“I told you before Josh…you can look, but you cannot touch.” I chastised.
The poor boy looked genuinely hurt as his hand fell back to his lap. I so wanted to kiss him softly and tell him it would all be ok, but he had been a very naughty boy.
Gently, my right hand now reached for his left and again I molded his finger as before. As I raised his hand upwards he resisted me for a fraction of a second before submitting to my will. This time, I slid his fingers up and down my soaking wet pussy, before; at the appropriate moment I thrust them deep inside of myself, crying out as I did so. My muscles held them tight against my inner wall as little electric shocks fired from my clit. I let go of his hand and, momentarily gave myself to the sensation of being penetrated before I slapped him even harder on the other cheek, gasping once more as his fingers, reflexively slipped out of me.
This time he cried out, in pain or pleasure I could not tell you.
“Look, but no touch,” I whispered.
I gently stroked his cheek before taking his left hand again. Once more his arm, nervously resisted momentarily before he relaxed. I guided his fingers to my mouth and slipped them between my lips. I sucked onto them greedily, tasting my musky juices on his fingers. I slid his fingers in and out, my tongue running along the length, my eyes narrowed as they stared into his. I wanted Josh to know how good it would feel for me to take his dick deep within my mouth and to let it slide in and out.
When I removed his fingers and released his hand I saw the poor boy flinch anticipating my strike, but none came. Instead, I leaned into him, taking each burning cheek in my palms and kissed him softly on the lips.
I was aware that the music had moved into the second guitar solo where, I knew, the song would ultimately fade away.
I swapped my legs over to each opposite arm so that I was facing away from Josh now and crawled forwards. As my hands reached the edge of the chair I dropped them to the floor leaving myself as exposed from behind as ever I had been. Slowly crawling forwards. I secretly begged for Josh to dare to slide his fingers inside me from behind, for his thumb to press hard into my clit and to rub it round and around. For his index finger to have the audacity to stroke between my ass cheeks and to tease the sweat against my little puckered hole. If he had stood up and removed his swollen cock, sliding it deep inside of me I would have been powerless to resist, but he didn’t and I loved him because of it.
I crawled down from the chair and across the floor as the music faded to silence.
After a moments pause I picked up my clothes and walked from the changing room.
I quickly slipped off the stockings and managed to wriggle out of the corset without too much difficulty before pulling on my skirt and sweater. It somehow felt wrong to put on my cotton underwear after the delights of the afternoon’s dressing up and so, I slipped it into the pocket of my raincoat. Besides, the sensation of my pussy burning naked beneath my short skirt on the bus ride home would only heighten the mind blowing orgasm I was anticipating.
I pulled on my raincoat, fastening it tight before re-entering the changing room.
Without looking at Josh, still seated, I placed the stockings, panties and corset with the rest of the lingerie I had tried on and said,
“Tell your mum I’ll take it all and ask her to send it on to Hedonism please.”
I finally cocked my head towards Josh and saw the hurt and frustration in his eyes. I smiled, genuinely caring for him and stepped across. I stroked his red raw cheeks with the back of my hand and leaned in to kiss him. I had planned it to be a little peck, but his lips were so beautifully soft and so very hot that I ended up kissing him deeply, briefly sliding my tongue inside, before pulling away and still stroking his face, I said,
“Thank you so much Josh. You don’t know what a big help you have been to me this afternoon. Everything you wish we had done together I wish too, but you know, sometimes it is better to wait. I have a feeling that we will experience each other fully at some point in the very near future. Come to the club and I’ll give you the performance you truly deserve. Ok?”
He nodded his head mutely and kissing him on the forehead I slipped from the room, unlocked the front door and left.
Did I ever pay back Josh for his patience? I’m not sure I should tell you. Don’t forget! Everything…carries its price.
Love Amanda
xxx
