Anticipation is part of the fun. Take something off, [ she puts enough space between them to run a hand down his chest, stopping just above his waistband ] enjoy it, take something else off... [ her hand moves south again to caress his thigh. ] there's a reason no good stripper takes it all off at once. So why rush? Unless you've got another girl lined up to show up after we're finished? [ she's teasing. she'd actually have to admire that sort of expert scheduling. ]
Mm, I don't know. I think I like the idea of you stripping for me. You seem well versed in the art of the flirty tease.
[He felt her touch, down his chest, along his thigh, his body responding accordingly. His hands moved down to rest on her ass, giving it a squeeze as he pulled her in against him.]
[ she likes the way his hands map her, grinning at that squeeze and relishing the feeling of him pressed against her. ]
There's rules to a stripetease. You have to sit like a good boy and keep your hands to yourself. Think you can follow the rules? [ he's hard against her, and she rolls her hips slowly, grinding into him. ] It'll be worth it.
Oooh. I'm leaning towards jazzy. You know, keep it classy.
[ she follows him, stopping next to him to get a better look at all the music she's never heard of and punctuating her sentence by slapping him on the ass. ]
[ very appropriate, and she'd appreciate the double meaning if she knew enough to catch it. ] I like it.
[ she holds out her hand, and and when he takes it she leads him to the nearest chair giving him a non-so gentle guiding push into his seat. Cashmere bends over, leaning in as though she's moving for another kiss but instead stops just before their lips brush. ] Remember, you be good, and I'll be bad.
[He plays along easily enough, letting her lead him, then push him into the chair. His smile is impish and hungry, eyes flicking down to her lips before he leans back in the chair.]
That's a stretch for me, but I suppose I can try...
We'll see. [ she winks. they'd have far less fun together if he was all good. Cashmere steps back out of his reach, moving in time with the music. it's obvious that this is a well practiced skill, and her smile says she knows exactly how good she looks.
Cashmere turns her back to him to slowly roll her sweater up. she glances over her shoulder at him, baring her skin and a lace bra with a final yank and discarding the sweater to the side after another turn forward. he can't touch, so she caresses herself, hands gliding across her torso to cup her breasts and back down. ]
[His hands rest on his thighs and a smile sits on his face. This certainly hadn't been the first strip show he'd been privy to, but each one had their own charm. When you could live forever, you had to learn to enjoy what was in the moment, not be constantly reminded of the past. She was young, pretty, and confident in her sexuality.
[ there's a lot she likes about him, too. he's good-looking of course, and admittedly he has her intrigued with the whole vampire thing. but he also doesn't ask too many questions and that makes it easier to focus on all the fun two beautiful people can have.
had she planned ahead, she would have dressed differently, but she'll improvise. she approaches him again, settling onto his lap and grinding into him. Cashmere lifts her hips to shimmy out of her pants, using him to brace herself as she tugs them off. ]
[ she shakes her head. ] That's never really done it for me. [ she brushes a hand back though his hair. ] Naked ass though, that you can have. [ she stretches her long legs and slides away, knowing it's only because he lets her. she strokes a hand down each of his thighs, pushing his legs open so she can dance in the space she's created. ]
I think you were right. Less clothes, more heat. [ on her next turn she slides her bra straps down each shoulder. ] Yeah?
[It's said in a sigh, eyes skimming up toned thighs, a flat stomach, and those bared shoulders. He lets her go because he knows that while this is all part of the tease, it's certainly not going to only be a tease. He shifts a bit on the chair, moving to adjust his erection as he wets his lips, watching her with appreciation.]
Hmm. [ her back is turned to him as she unhooks her bra, but she glances over her shoulder to give him a slow once over. ]
Right now? You. Other than you, I've tried everything at least once. [ she bites at her lower lip and winks. Cash drops the lacy fabric to the floor and turns back to face him. her hands cup her breasts, and she bends over so she can whisper to him. ] I'm easy to please. I like blindfolds. I like being in control. I like fucking in places I'm not supposed to be.
[ she brushes her lips against him and bites at his earlobe. ] And what does it for you?
[His eyes follow her, watching the show as she reveals bits of herself, smooth skin making his hands want to lift to touch it. His eyes close at the bite and he turns his head to catch her lips with his. Not a demanding kiss, but just one to return the attention she's giving him.]
Lots of things. I like women with no shame. I'm most certainly a fan of public places. And I don't mind women in control -- if they can take it and hold it.
[ she goes in for another kiss, letting it linger this time. ] Sounds like we'll be very busy.
[ Cashmere takes a few steps backward, swaying her hips as she rolls her panties down. she motions for him to come closer with one finger.] Come over here and get a taste.
[He gave a small shrug, smile widening as he slid a hand to one of her legs, lifting it to rest over his shoulder before he leaned in, nuzzling at her crotch before his tongue came out. He breathed against her, letting the heat from his breath play over her before he followed it with the heat of his tongue.]
[ on second thought, maybe she should have braced herself. that much is immediately clear as she whimpers at his touch. she grips at his shoulder, leaning her weight into him for support. ] There. [ he hits just the right spot, and she's quick to let him know. ] There, there.
[He wraps a hand around her waist, holding her there as he dips his head down and focuses on where she seems to be reacting to the most. Tongue and lips work over her, sucking, licking, tasting as he flexes his grip a little, rocking his face against her.]
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[His hand slid further up her back, twanging at her bra strap before sliding down to get a good hold of her ass.]
Just the sweater? Might make the rest of our naked play time hard.
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[He felt her touch, down his chest, along his thigh, his body responding accordingly. His hands moved down to rest on her ass, giving it a squeeze as he pulled her in against him.]
I do love a good show.
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There's rules to a stripetease. You have to sit like a good boy and keep your hands to yourself. Think you can follow the rules? [ he's hard against her, and she rolls her hips slowly, grinding into him. ] It'll be worth it.
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I think I can manage for a little while. No promises not to eventually do some touching...
[Which was the point, after all.]
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You got any music? Because singing and stripping is a little too musical theatre for me.
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Mm, now should we do jazzy, bassy, or pop star?
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[ she follows him, stopping next to him to get a better look at all the music she's never heard of and punctuating her sentence by slapping him on the ass. ]
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Consider this the upper echelon of class.
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[ she holds out her hand, and and when he takes it she leads him to the nearest chair giving him a non-so gentle guiding push into his seat. Cashmere bends over, leaning in as though she's moving for another kiss but instead stops just before their lips brush. ] Remember, you be good, and I'll be bad.
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That's a stretch for me, but I suppose I can try...
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Cashmere turns her back to him to slowly roll her sweater up. she glances over her shoulder at him, baring her skin and a lace bra with a final yank and discarding the sweater to the side after another turn forward. he can't touch, so she caresses herself, hands gliding across her torso to cup her breasts and back down. ]
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He liked that about her.]
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had she planned ahead, she would have dressed differently, but she'll improvise. she approaches him again, settling onto his lap and grinding into him. Cashmere lifts her hips to shimmy out of her pants, using him to brace herself as she tugs them off. ]
I should have warned you. I cheat.
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[His hands are sliding up her thighs, squeezing them, kneading them as his lips drag over her shoulder.]
If you want me to punish you, we'll need a safe word. And a naked ass...
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I think you were right. Less clothes, more heat. [ on her next turn she slides her bra straps down each shoulder. ] Yeah?
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[It's said in a sigh, eyes skimming up toned thighs, a flat stomach, and those bared shoulders. He lets her go because he knows that while this is all part of the tease, it's certainly not going to only be a tease. He shifts a bit on the chair, moving to adjust his erection as he wets his lips, watching her with appreciation.]
So, what does do it for you?
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Right now? You. Other than you, I've tried everything at least once. [ she bites at her lower lip and winks. Cash drops the lacy fabric to the floor and turns back to face him. her hands cup her breasts, and she bends over so she can whisper to him. ] I'm easy to please. I like blindfolds. I like being in control. I like fucking in places I'm not supposed to be.
[ she brushes her lips against him and bites at his earlobe. ] And what does it for you?
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Lots of things. I like women with no shame. I'm most certainly a fan of public places. And I don't mind women in control -- if they can take it and hold it.
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[ Cashmere takes a few steps backward, swaying her hips as she rolls her panties down. she motions for him to come closer with one finger.] Come over here and get a taste.
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You might want to find something to brace against.
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