Laptop lapdance
I was working as a tech support guy at a univerisity. My main duty was to be on call to help out students in the halls of residence who had computer problems in the evenings.

One night, I was sent to a room to deal with a non-responsive laptop. I knocked at the door and saw that it was already ajar, so I walked in. It was steamy inside and I smelled the scent of a freshly showered girl.

"Excuse me! I'm here to fix the laptop" I said.

"It's by the window. I'll be out in a minute" said a female voice.

I sat down to turn it on and was just checking all the cables when a thumping R+B track started up just behind me. I half turned and saw an utterly stunning blonde framed in the bathroom doorway. She was wearing a metallic gold bikini, every millimetre of which she filled with curves. Her hair was wet and hung in heavy tendrils about her shoulders.

She started to move in time to the music. My mouth went dry and my nether organ began to throb at the sight of her magnificent breasts straining at the material. Her nipples were erect. Her hips swayed to the beat, her stomach undulated and she approached me with slinky steps.

"Forget the laptop" she said. "I'm entering a lap dancing competition at one of the clubs in town and I need to practise. Just sit there."

I sat rigidly as she turned her back, spread her legs and bent to touch her toes. Her undercarriage, sheathed in tight lurex, presented a mound which hinted strongly at a full Btazilian wax. Then she rolled her hips in my direction.

As the music throbbed, she turned, she jiggled, she bounced and she wobbled. She straddled my legs without touching me and thrust her fulsome cleavage just a hair's breadth from my lips so that her perfume washed over me. I felt like my schlong would burst forth from my jeans and hose her with my ardour.

Finally the music ended and she smiled. "Marks out of ten?"

I looked down at the spreading jiss stain on my crotch and she giggled.

"That's a ten!"
(frankspencer, Mon 25 Sep 2006, 15:42, Reply)