man.
Momentarily, she wondered what it would feel like spread
across her naked body . . . She gasped as the man threw back
his head and jumped up, speeding up the tempo of the dance,
making his hair fly wildly about his face and shoulders.
Maggie ground her hips against Judd in a frantic attempt
to ease the ache which was building between her legs. She
sighed and fell weakly against him as he insinuated his hand
between their two bodies and up the back of her skirt and
began to rub her rhythmically through her knickers. It wasn't
enough.
Sensing her need, Judd unfastened the ties at the sides of
her briefs and pulled them tormentingly through her legs from
front to back. He kissed her neck and massaged the rounded
globes of her buttocks, tantalising her, making her wait for the
cool touch of his fingers against her sex. Maggie moaned softly,
past caring that they were in a room full of clapping, laughing
women. The intimate, smoky blue darkness of the room was
enough to shield them from prying eyes should anyone take
their attention off the stage.
No one did, for the man performing on it had them all
enthralled. The tempo had slowed again now and, once again,
he caught Maggie's eye and held it, unsmiling, as he danced.
Maggie felt her cheeks grow warm and struggled not to react
as Judd's fingers at last played over her hot, moist nether lips.
She was sure that the man on the stage could not see what
was going on behind her back, yet she had the strangest feeling
that he knew, none the less.
With uncanny timing, he snaked out his tongue and touched
the tip slowly along the inside of his upper lip just as Judd
dipped two fingers into her hungry sex. The music soared in
her ears as she watched, mesmerised, as the dancer circled his
hips slowly before pumping them sinuously back and forth in
a blatantly sexual gesture which mimicked the movements of
Judd's thrusting fingers.
As Judd worked his forefinger over her clitoris, the dancer's
movements became more and more feverish until, suddenly,
he threw back his head and shuddered, his face screwed up in
simulated ecstasy as if he had climaxed, before stretching his
body like a sleek, satisfied cat. Maggie came at once, leaning
her entire weight against Judd as she spasmed, to stop herself
from falling.
As she came to herself again, she looked up at the man on
the stage and he smiled at her wolfishly. He knew! Maggie
didn't know whether to feel embarrassed, ashamed, or aroused
by what she had just experienced. She chose the last.
Forgetting Judd now that he had so efficiently dealt with
her first, insistent need, Maggie walked to the edge of the
stage, her eyes never leaving the man dancing on it. She leaned
against the edge of the catwalk so that her face was level with
his strong, brown feet and gazed up at him, oblivious to
everyone else. She half expected him to back away to a safe
distance, but he stood his ground as he began his slow striptease.
The bright blue eyes stared straight at Maggie as he began
to undo the loop on his waistcoat and she caught a flash of
gold as the sides momentarily flapped open. She frowned
slightly and he danced away from her, performing a perfect
back flip before dropping to his knees at the end of the
catwalk.
His bulging, leather-covered crotch was level with Maggie's
face and she pulled her eyes away with difficulty so that she
could watch him peel away the miniscule blue waistcoat. Her
eyes opened wide in surprise as she saw that both his nipples
were pierced by identical, narrow gold hoops between which
was clipped a fine gold chain. In the middle of the chain, which
glinted against his smooth brown, hair free chest, was one
larger link, connected to which was a second chain. This hung
loosely, following the mid line of his body and disappeared
into the tight leather trousers.
Maggie tore her eyes away with difficulty and found he was
looking straight at her again, as if gauging her reaction. Only
vaguely aware of the wolf whistles
Momentarily, she wondered what it would feel like spread
across her naked body . . . She gasped as the man threw back
his head and jumped up, speeding up the tempo of the dance,
making his hair fly wildly about his face and shoulders.
Maggie ground her hips against Judd in a frantic attempt
to ease the ache which was building between her legs. She
sighed and fell weakly against him as he insinuated his hand
between their two bodies and up the back of her skirt and
began to rub her rhythmically through her knickers. It wasn't
enough.
Sensing her need, Judd unfastened the ties at the sides of
her briefs and pulled them tormentingly through her legs from
front to back. He kissed her neck and massaged the rounded
globes of her buttocks, tantalising her, making her wait for the
cool touch of his fingers against her sex. Maggie moaned softly,
past caring that they were in a room full of clapping, laughing
women. The intimate, smoky blue darkness of the room was
enough to shield them from prying eyes should anyone take
their attention off the stage.
No one did, for the man performing on it had them all
enthralled. The tempo had slowed again now and, once again,
he caught Maggie's eye and held it, unsmiling, as he danced.
Maggie felt her cheeks grow warm and struggled not to react
as Judd's fingers at last played over her hot, moist nether lips.
She was sure that the man on the stage could not see what
was going on behind her back, yet she had the strangest feeling
that he knew, none the less.
With uncanny timing, he snaked out his tongue and touched
the tip slowly along the inside of his upper lip just as Judd
dipped two fingers into her hungry sex. The music soared in
her ears as she watched, mesmerised, as the dancer circled his
hips slowly before pumping them sinuously back and forth in
a blatantly sexual gesture which mimicked the movements of
Judd's thrusting fingers.
As Judd worked his forefinger over her clitoris, the dancer's
movements became more and more feverish until, suddenly,
he threw back his head and shuddered, his face screwed up in
simulated ecstasy as if he had climaxed, before stretching his
body like a sleek, satisfied cat. Maggie came at once, leaning
her entire weight against Judd as she spasmed, to stop herself
from falling.
As she came to herself again, she looked up at the man on
the stage and he smiled at her wolfishly. He knew! Maggie
didn't know whether to feel embarrassed, ashamed, or aroused
by what she had just experienced. She chose the last.
Forgetting Judd now that he had so efficiently dealt with
her first, insistent need, Maggie walked to the edge of the
stage, her eyes never leaving the man dancing on it. She leaned
against the edge of the catwalk so that her face was level with
his strong, brown feet and gazed up at him, oblivious to
everyone else. She half expected him to back away to a safe
distance, but he stood his ground as he began his slow striptease.
The bright blue eyes stared straight at Maggie as he began
to undo the loop on his waistcoat and she caught a flash of
gold as the sides momentarily flapped open. She frowned
slightly and he danced away from her, performing a perfect
back flip before dropping to his knees at the end of the
catwalk.
His bulging, leather-covered crotch was level with Maggie's
face and she pulled her eyes away with difficulty so that she
could watch him peel away the miniscule blue waistcoat. Her
eyes opened wide in surprise as she saw that both his nipples
were pierced by identical, narrow gold hoops between which
was clipped a fine gold chain. In the middle of the chain, which
glinted against his smooth brown, hair free chest, was one
larger link, connected to which was a second chain. This hung
loosely, following the mid line of his body and disappeared
into the tight leather trousers.
Maggie tore her eyes away with difficulty and found he was
looking straight at her again, as if gauging her reaction. Only
vaguely aware of the wolf whistles
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