1. The Dance


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

    doing the routine topless with me, at least for awhile. I was even thinking of a way to convince the dance department chair to allow us to do the performance in front of an audience, and not just for the videographer, because the dance was about to acquire new meaning. Jon's mood had brightened, having worked out a possible solution to his concerns about the performance, and since our minds were on dancing, not history, I plugged my brand new iPod into the media center in the reference room, and cranked-up a dance-mix as loud as the small speakers would go, not enough to shake the windows, but loud enough to get our feet moving. I jumped back up on the table and our arms reached for the ceiling as we gyrated around each other, dancing with abandon on the hard, leather table-top. It suddenly occurred to me that I was still topless, dancing on a table in front of an open window in a classroom building with all the lights on. I turned to see if anyone might be watching us from another building, but unless someone was in the math tower across the courtyard, probably only a janitor or two could see us at this time of night. But for the first time, out of all the times he had seen me like this, Jon was staring at my bouncing breasts with an unaccustomed glint, and it was turning me on! I danced up close, and wound myself around him like a cat, knowing I was exploiting a moment of weakness in his hitherto honorable demeanor towards me. Jon had been such a gentleman throughout our ...
    relationship, and to all the other girls around his orbit as well, even as they admired the considerable swell in his dancer's tights. He had seemed oblivious to their flirtations, and I wondered if he was so innocent as to not even realize what they wanted from him. But I had a weakness for playing the seductress towards guys who seemed inured to my charms, and Jon, with his glinting eye, had, in my estimation, resisted just about long enough. Once around his hard, toned body, and I danced in front of him again, pressing my bare breasts into his shirt, until I slowly pulled it up, and then they pressed into his steel-hard abs. He closed his eyes, swaying to the music as if lost in another world, while my nipples dragged down his ebony skin, turned upwards against the friction of his flesh, until I was on my knees before him. His sweats fell with a tug, and his thick manhood sprang back in quick recoil. Not that inured, I smiled. Tinaye meant 'we are with God' in Shona, the language of the Karanga, his people in Zimbabwe. I knew that Tinaye respected me, as both his teacher and his student, even as I received his engorged penis into my mouth, but I was hoping tonight, God was looking the other way. His swaying changed from synchronicity with the music, to that of the rhythm of my mouth, sucking down his enormity, pulling him in and out. His abs rippled above me as he thrust himself forward at the hips in tight, needful lunges. He had a lighter band of skin around the middle of ...
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