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The Dance

Date: 8/23/2017, Categories: Interracial, Author: BethanyFrasier, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

said. "Misty and Diana have been learning my part for the past two weeks, but I want to add one move to the number. I twirled a string of my beaded hair around in circles, slapping the table-top with each orbit to get his undivided attention. Then I explained to my dance-instructor how I wanted to change the routine. After I explained it, he thought the idea was brilliant, but wasn't sure it could be done. "Well, let's find out right now!" I demanded. Before he could make another objection, I removed my jacket, and pulled my top off over my head so I was naked from the waist up. There was no open floor-space in the small library room, but the old oak study-table was huge, and very sturdy, so I got up on the table-top and beckoned him up with me. He balked at first, but I assured him he wasn't going to hurt me, even if it didn't work. I got in front of him, turned around so my back was towards him, and told him to extend his arms for me to fall into when I fell backwards, so his forearms would catch me under my armpits. "Okay, now do it," I said. "Beth, are you sure about this?" "Just do it, and then swing me around like I told you." I insisted. I fell back, trusting him to catch me, and felt his strong arms wedge under my armpits. As ordered, he clamped his big hands around my bare breasts and pulled me off my feet, swinging me around in a circle. The heavy table scraped loudly on the floor, shifting with the torque of our twisting weight. I gasped for breath halfway through ... the arc, and my legs extended out, knocking the book-bags off the table, sending them flying across the room. Jon planted his feet and brought me to a stand-still again, as we both regained our balance. "Wooo!" I caught my breath, as we looked around the room to survey the damage we had wreaked. The flying book-bags had knocked a row of reference books off a shelf at the end of the room, but nothing that couldn't be righted. We looked at each other in surprise, and burst out laughing. Jon's pale finger impressions were slowly disappearing from my soft breasts as the blood returned to the surface, where his hands had temporarily squeezed it away from my skin. I realized what I had done wrong, and told him we had to try it again. Jon looked at me like I was crazy, but I reassured him it would work better the next time, so I pushed him back into position in the center of the table, and I turned to try it again. This time, as his forearms lodged beneath my armpits, I clamped my arms down tightly around them, so my weight was supported entirely under my arms instead of being transferred around my boobs as we swung around. It worked beautifully, and this time, I didn't lose either my balance, or my breath. I looked at my dance-partner, awaiting his verdict, and he agreed that it just might work. We discussed how we'd have to change the order of the steps, and simplify Jon's part while stretching out mine, with Diana and Misty dancing along with me, providing I could talk them into ...