shove money
down the miniscule gold posing pouch flaunted by the stripper.
She felt curiously removed from the scene, as if it didn't quite
have anything to do with her.
One thing she was sure about, though, was that after six
weeks of enforced celibacy, her close proximity to Judd's virile,
healthy body was slowly driving her wild. Since fetching her
another drink, he had resumed his position behind her and
was cradling her comfortably against the hard length of his
body. Wriggling her bottom slightly, Maggie smiled as she felt
the tell-tale tumescence in his trousers.
She could take or leave the act on stage, the real, warm, willing
man behind her was just what she needed. She was just about
to twist her head and suggest to Judd that they find somewhere
a little more private, when the youth with the gold pouch,
bulging now with booty, hobbled into the wings and the stage
was filled with swirling blue smoke.
In spite of herself, Maggie was intrigued, watching with
mounting excitement as from the smoke there emerged the
most gorgeous hunk she had ever seen. Maggie held herself
still as her eyes assimilated the vision before her.
He was very tall, well over six foot in his bare feet, and the
breadth of his shoulders was in keeping with his height. They
were strong, powerful, the muscles well defined, stopping just
short of the extremes of the serious weight lifter. Even from
where she was standing, Maggie could see the hard, carefully
developed planes of his pectorals through his waistcoat as he
flexed them and struck and held a body builder's pose, his
biceps bulging impossibly large as he bent his arms at the
elbow. He was naked from the waist up except for the button-less,
electric-blue leather waistcoat which was held together
by two leather loops.
The hush which had descended across the room as he
appeared gave way to tumultuous applause as he turned his
back on the audience and began to gyrate his hips in time to
the music. All eyes fastened on the firm, neat behind in the
electric-blue leather trousers, so tight that they clung lovingly
to every masculine curve and crevice.
Maggie felt a wave of pure lust roll over her and she unconsciously
pressed herself against Judd's accommodating body.
She couldn't take her eyes off the man on the stage. His long,
straight black hair was fastened loosely at the nape of his neck
by a strip of blue leather. Her fingers itched to untie it so that
she could see that coal black hair flowing loose over his tanned
back.
He looked over his shoulder at that moment and she held
her breath as he looked directly at her, as if feeling her hot
gaze above all the others. His profile was as strong as the rest
of him, the bones of his nose and jaw sharply defined, almost
hawk-like from this angle. As he turned slowly round and the
light caught his face fully for the first time, Maggie saw that
his cheekbones were high and prominent. With his glossy long,
black hair, they gave him an almost North American Indian
look which she had always found powerfully erotic.
For a moment, she thought she had imagined he had looked
straight at her, then he sought her out again and she was
pinned by eyes which were startling blue in his dark face. As
he began to dance, he seemed to be performing for her and
her alone and Maggie couldn't take her eyes off him.
As he moved sinuously along the catwalk towards her,
Maggie felt her legs begin to shake, her sex, already slick with
moisture, swelling uncomfortably in her tight briefs. The man
stopped at the end of the catwalk, a mere few feet away from
where she and Judd were standing, so close that she could see
the faint sheen of perspiration on his naked shoulders.
Suddenly, he dropped to one knee and, leaning forward so
that the top of his head was almost touching the ground, he
undid the thin strip of leather which bound his hair and threw
it aside. His hair cascaded around him, brushing the floor.
Maggie had never seen such black, glossy hair on a
down the miniscule gold posing pouch flaunted by the stripper.
She felt curiously removed from the scene, as if it didn't quite
have anything to do with her.
One thing she was sure about, though, was that after six
weeks of enforced celibacy, her close proximity to Judd's virile,
healthy body was slowly driving her wild. Since fetching her
another drink, he had resumed his position behind her and
was cradling her comfortably against the hard length of his
body. Wriggling her bottom slightly, Maggie smiled as she felt
the tell-tale tumescence in his trousers.
She could take or leave the act on stage, the real, warm, willing
man behind her was just what she needed. She was just about
to twist her head and suggest to Judd that they find somewhere
a little more private, when the youth with the gold pouch,
bulging now with booty, hobbled into the wings and the stage
was filled with swirling blue smoke.
In spite of herself, Maggie was intrigued, watching with
mounting excitement as from the smoke there emerged the
most gorgeous hunk she had ever seen. Maggie held herself
still as her eyes assimilated the vision before her.
He was very tall, well over six foot in his bare feet, and the
breadth of his shoulders was in keeping with his height. They
were strong, powerful, the muscles well defined, stopping just
short of the extremes of the serious weight lifter. Even from
where she was standing, Maggie could see the hard, carefully
developed planes of his pectorals through his waistcoat as he
flexed them and struck and held a body builder's pose, his
biceps bulging impossibly large as he bent his arms at the
elbow. He was naked from the waist up except for the button-less,
electric-blue leather waistcoat which was held together
by two leather loops.
The hush which had descended across the room as he
appeared gave way to tumultuous applause as he turned his
back on the audience and began to gyrate his hips in time to
the music. All eyes fastened on the firm, neat behind in the
electric-blue leather trousers, so tight that they clung lovingly
to every masculine curve and crevice.
Maggie felt a wave of pure lust roll over her and she unconsciously
pressed herself against Judd's accommodating body.
She couldn't take her eyes off the man on the stage. His long,
straight black hair was fastened loosely at the nape of his neck
by a strip of blue leather. Her fingers itched to untie it so that
she could see that coal black hair flowing loose over his tanned
back.
He looked over his shoulder at that moment and she held
her breath as he looked directly at her, as if feeling her hot
gaze above all the others. His profile was as strong as the rest
of him, the bones of his nose and jaw sharply defined, almost
hawk-like from this angle. As he turned slowly round and the
light caught his face fully for the first time, Maggie saw that
his cheekbones were high and prominent. With his glossy long,
black hair, they gave him an almost North American Indian
look which she had always found powerfully erotic.
For a moment, she thought she had imagined he had looked
straight at her, then he sought her out again and she was
pinned by eyes which were startling blue in his dark face. As
he began to dance, he seemed to be performing for her and
her alone and Maggie couldn't take her eyes off him.
As he moved sinuously along the catwalk towards her,
Maggie felt her legs begin to shake, her sex, already slick with
moisture, swelling uncomfortably in her tight briefs. The man
stopped at the end of the catwalk, a mere few feet away from
where she and Judd were standing, so close that she could see
the faint sheen of perspiration on his naked shoulders.
Suddenly, he dropped to one knee and, leaning forward so
that the top of his head was almost touching the ground, he
undid the thin strip of leather which bound his hair and threw
it aside. His hair cascaded around him, brushing the floor.
Maggie had never seen such black, glossy hair on a
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