Message-ID: <6426eli$9712151628@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year97/6426.txt> From: "Sexy Grrrl" <bigsexygrrl@hotmail.com> Subject: ASSM/ASS: "She Danced for Him" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19971215042343.14254.qmail@hotmail.com> Standard Disclaimers apply. Be of age in your country/city/town/state/universe before reading. Go away if offended by sexual content and playful spanking. All rights reserved - Read and (hopefully) enjoy, but no commerical use allowed. Copyright 1997-1998 Sexy Grrl Inc. Your comments welcome at bigsexygrrl@~remove~hotmail.com ----------------- "She danced for him" - Erotika by Sexy Grrl "Education of a Princess" - Chapter 5 He saw her sitting at the bar as he slid into the booth. Copper ringlets piled on her head showed off the length of her neck, the line of her jaw. Thin black silk, more slip than dress, clung to a build that suggested sex in every curve. The fabric clung to heavy, high set breasts, made even more noticeable by the narrowness of her waist. Her hips swelled out, firm and smooth, thighs left uncovered and bare to his gaze. Small feet, in those strappy platform heels all the girls were wearing that summer. A small gold chain glinted at her ankle, as she swung her heels against the bar stool. >From his position in the darkened back of the room, her body seemed to glow like a candle under the bright lights at the bar. He could see the pinkness of her tongue when she opened her mouth, nibbling on the straw in her drink. She was alone, that was apparent, and her glaze slid past him, not stopping as she turned her attention to the dance floor. After all, what was there to see? Another older man, forty or maybe more, slight grey in the hair, a little over dressed in a sport coat and open collared shirt. A lawyer, perhaps, or a doctor, killing some time with a drink before he went home to the suburbs. He was so busy staring at her face that he did not see the boy as he approached her, coming up boldly to tap her on the shoulder. A quick "Can I sit here are you with some one can I buy you a drink", and the boy was beside her, all charm and grace and quick smiles, sliding onto the stool next to her. A boy like so many in the room, tall and lean, long dark hair in a pony tail, a study in cool with his faded jeans (torn in all the right places, of course). They chatted, the boy leaning in to her, a quick hand on hers as he passed her a drink. A firmer hand, now, to lead her to the dance floor, the boy's eyes admiring as he watched the play of her hips under the fabric. He could tell he'd chosen a good one, hoped she'd be hot out on the dance floor, that was always how you could tell. The boy danced with her lightly for the first song, no rush, after all. He waited until the beat slowed, then pulled her closer, pleased at how easily she moved into him, how quick she was to respond. Bolder now, his hands on her back, he pulled her into his hips. She put her face to the boy's shoulder, allowing herself to be held, and noticed the man in the corner, noticed he was staring. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, and she whispered something to the boy, who spun her around to glare at the man. The man shrank back into the shadows, trying not to keep looking, but locked onto her like a moth to a flame. He saw her whisper to the boy again, her mouth on his neck, his ear. A smile and a quick stroke on the boy's back, and the man was quickly forgotten. She knew, though, knew he was watching her still. Knew he could see the boy's hands as they brushed across her back, down towards her ass. Saw her press into him, her hands around his neck. The boy was oblivious to all but the feel of her tits on his chest, her soft belly pressing into his groin. The man in the back booth could see it all, could almost smell her, like perfume and candy, thought of how her hair would smell, smoke tinged with apples. He was aware he had a hard on, and put one hand under the table without realising it, stroking his prick through his pants. They were near the edge of the dance floor now, two slowly swaying people so deeply entwined that it was hard to tell where she started and the boy ended. The man thought could see the boy's hands cupping her ass, his hips grinding into her.As they turned her eyes caught the man again, caught him staring at her hands on the boy's hips, at the way she was barely moving now, more slow fuck than a dance.She stepped back a bit from the boy, her hips moving to the beat, and he thought she danced for him. When the waitress walked up he felt light headed, told her no, just the check, please. He felt unsteady as he left, could hardly remember where he'd parked in the dark lot behind the bar. The cold leather seats were uncomfortable, and he lit one cigarette after another, his hands shaking slightly, not sure what he was waiting for. When the girl and boy emerged from the alley, it was as if they brought their own light with them. Everything stood out in bold relief for a moment, her hand in the boy's as they walked over to the corner, near the dumpster. He prayed they'd move closer to the light, not stay back where the shadows were deep, and when they did he realised he'd been holding his breath. He could see a flash of white skin, the boy's lean back as he pushed the girl to the wall. Hands up her dress now, her skirt around her waist. The man watched as she pushed the boy's head down, pushed him to his knees, guided his head between her legs. Her head against the bricks, eyes closed, bright red hair catching the light as she moved her face side to side, then pulled the boy back up and put his hand between her legs, where his tongue had just been. The man had his prick out, and was stroking it as he watched them, two blurry figures in half shadows. His breath was ragged, and he strained forward to see it all, afraid to miss a moment. He saw the boy's hands at his jeans, unzipping his fly, saw as the boy pushed the girl to the wall, lifted her slightly. Saw the boy's ass grinding into her, pinning her to the wall. When the boy's thrusts were slowing, the man's prick exploded in his hand. Eyes closed, he wiped himself off with a kleenex, and rested his hot forehead against the cool glass of the window, breathing slowing down. He didn't hear her until she was sliding into the car beside him, one quick kiss to his cheek. He looked at her face, saw the flush there, the hair damp with sweat. "Could you see me?" she asked, smiling when he nodded, pleased like a child at his answer. He touched one finger to her leg, pushing up into her pussy. Felt the wetness, the cooling juice on her thighs. His voice was a low groan as he asked her "How was he - did you like him? Did you come?". She had her head back now, her legs spread wide to receive his touch, moaning quietly at his strokes. He pulled his finger out of her, and started the ignition. "Put your fingers in side of yourself, and keep them there until we get home." She did as he instructed, a small smile playing across her face. He watched the street as she fingered herself, almost running a red light when she shuddered her way into an orgasm, panting breaths fogging the glass of her window. She slept for a while then, and he stole glances at her from time to time, curled into herself,one hand still under her dress. Her face was smooth and untroubled, and he felt his breath catch in his chest, a sharp pain that made him tremble. He didn't wait to take her upstairs, pulling her over to the leather couch in the living room, both hands on her wrists. Freeing herself, she pulled the thin dress off in one movement, and lay down on her back, legs spread wide the way he liked,everything open to his gaze. Her pussy was matted with moisture, and her inside thighs were still pink from the boy's stubble. She told him then about it, as he fumbled to remove his clothes. About the boy's prick, thin and smooth and long as a dagger. About his tongue inside of her, the way he jumped when he felt her pierced nipple, then couldn't stop touching it. Her words spilled out as the man entered her, thick cock deep in her pussy, her hands on his ass as she pulled him in. Her legs were wrapped around him as he suckled one nipple, tongue tasting the metal that was embedded in her skin.She continued to speak, soft voice still sweet with girlhood, and the sound of her saying "then I told him to fuck me" made him almost mad with desire. He bit her sharply on the shoulder, new teeth marks on top of fading yellow bruises.Pumping her now,slamming his body down on top of her, frantic thrusts that stilled her voice, little gasps of breath all the sound she could make. His mind replayed the sight of her on the dance floor, hips swaying softly, hands up her thighs."Then I told him to fuck me", and when he finally came it was so hard and long that he thought his mind had turned inside out. He rested his head her chest, and she soothed him, hands on his hair, directing his mouth to her breast and suckling him like he was a child. If she noticed he was crying, she never mentioned it, never spoke of it at all. She awoke a short time later, and read the note he'd left on the coffee table. "Get dressed" it said " and meet me back down town." ----- "The Education of a Princess" Chapter 1 - "Expelled" Chapter 2 - "Letter to an Absent Lover" Chapter 3 - "pierced" Chapter 4 - "She danced for him..." 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